Fussing To Stay Stuck To Images Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Fussing to stay stuck to images.
And this teaching keeps us cursed,
To symbolize that first without worth.
With idols to believe in to quench our thirst.

Our minds are closed to the Universe.
With a disbelief the Universe birthed Earth.
And eyes limited to a consciousness...
To refuse to see we're not the center of it.

Many are dimensions that do exist.
Too many explanations for them don't fit.
And scientists looking through their telescopes,
Find other planets that are far and remote.

Yet we have been taught to believe,
We came from Adam and Eve.
And an eating from an apple from a tree,
Has left us with a wickedness that just wont leave.

Our minds are closed to the Universe.
With a disbelief the Universe birthed Earth.
And eyes limited to a consciousness...
To refuse to see we're not the center of it.

Fussing to stay stuck to images.
And this teaching keeps us cursed,
To symbolize that first without worth.
With idols to believe in to quench our thirst.

Many are dimensions that do exist.
Too many explanations for them don't fit.
And scientists looking through their telescopes,
Find other planets that are far and remote.

Yet we have been taught to believe,
We came from Adam and Eve.
And an eating from an apple from a tree,
Has left us with a wickedness that just wont leave.