Tuesday, June 26, 2012


       There is a luminance I’ve briefly tasted,
       A synesthetic glory in my brain,
       Informing me a sleeping life is wasted
       And only cosmic consciousness is sane.

       Though we are made for lofty sapience
       And even call ourselves the “doubly wise,”
       We’re often lacking so-called common sense,
       Much less ascending to ethereal skies.

       What will it take to wake us up in time
       To realize the wisdom in our core
       And manifest what’s hidden and sublime,
       Awaiting us behind perception’s door?

            A miracle that dire necessity
            Provokes at last to show true sanity.