Sunday, April 6, 2014


     The Internet is how we replicate
     The workings of the cosmic paradigm
     In which all parts can instantly relate
     By means we reckon mystic and sublime.

     No more will mechanistic models do
     To visualize the cosmologic scheme;
     Instead, a hologram will prove more true,
     If things are thoughts and life is like a dream.

     Reality arises from a field:
     “Akashic,” some may say; “the mind of God,”
     Others will claim, a secret now revealed
     And by all common calculation odd.

          Since here is there and all is everywhere,
          We’re Home—and have no reason to despair.