The World Is Made Out Of Nothing Real Poem by Patti Masterman

The world is made out of nothing real,
Just acres and oceans, of what we feel,
And whirling galaxies, of airy spaces;
Whole worlds between particles, and our faces.

This world is milk, from the tears of a god
So lonely, he made a creation from thought;
Tired of the solitary way he trod,
Halfway between real and unreal, he wrought.

It started out, one instant of time,
Everything in the same spot; divine,
So now my soul's in you, and your's in me;
Find yourself in the other, that's ecstasy.