Breaking Reality’s Barriers

Andrew R. Duckworth

And ‘what is real?’
I’m bound to say
Watching the sky
At close of day
As night wipes all
My sense away.

It might be you
Think me insane,
But I think of
Worlds without pain
Or shrouded lands
Of endless rain.

I think of light
That never ends,
Unbound by what
We comprehend
Or reason that
Confined-mind lends.

I’m drawn to think
Of waterfalls
That cascade down
The rocky walls
Of highest heights
Many miles tall.

The horizon
Is filled with trees
From forests that
Stretch sea to sea
And sing the song
Of Autumn’s glee.

I think of lands
Where goodness soars
And neighbors greet
And know not war,
Where loving light
From Heaven pours.

I answer questions of my own
By what my mind’s voyage has shown.
Im still confined to flesh and bone,
But my mind and spirit have grown.