The Heaven of Which We Dream

How can we speak who have no-thing to say

Of life that lives beyond the sense-bound soul,

A limited vision of the empiric all

Cannot filter out the false from true

Locked in the guarded palace of the mind.

For even in our sleep we are unaware

Of forces that can aid or malevolent

Spirits that delight in wrongful deeds.

We must break the walls of ignorance

And free the bird imprisoned in the heart.

A day will come when we shall truly see

Beyond the anchored present and the past,

In the moment live the heaven of which we dream.