In layers we live,
In layers we thrive,
In layers of time and space,
In perspectives, we live;
Nothing is absolute here,
Nothing is right or wrong
But in time and space
And in perspectives.
All is in rapid flux,
World is astonishing mix,
Nothing is steady and firm,
All is in hurry to move
To undefined goal;
Impatient is the entire world
In transit across the past;
No time for us to look back
And assess the path transvers’d,
And digest where we stand.
A race of time and space,
Where we’re tiny bits
Struggling to find a spot,
And nothing else counts;
It’s what we see,
In layers that we live,
In layers where we thrive,
In layers of time and space.
We’re in visible spectrum,
Narrow band in infinite horizon
That does make what we’re,
Where lay all our roots
And derive our life, insights –
We constitute real worlds,
Ground in infinite truths,
Evolving to higher heights,
And transcend time and space,
While appear bound by it.
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You express it perfectly, the outer layers of life that trouble us and have us running around in circles, while beneath it all is the real core of insight and infinite truths. Illusion is an expression of Wisdom and I thank you for posting it!