The Plight Of Humanity Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Imprisoned within these five senses, —
Experimental rats, deluded in the labyrinth!
We know nothing; though, we feel,
We cannot perceive the imperceptible.
Confined within these five senses,
We carry on assuming and presuming
An existence far wider than we can comprehend:
Imagination, intuition, vision, telepathy,
Currents of energy, shadows of missing entities,
Untraceable smells, voices murmuring,
Whispering incomprehensibly, yet understood,
And we name it—Insanity: extensions of perceptions,
Expanding, illuming, communing, communicating,
Feeling and harmonising: —Insanity?
No! —Frequencies of Energy,
Elevated States of Consciousness,
Extending their helpful hands from
The Sanctitude of the Unknown:
Guiding lights into insights,
Fields of energy vibrating into the sound of silence:
The silence communing with the human-soul
Through invisibility: the Earth rotates, and creates
Visions of shadow and light, suffused
In Solar and Aeolian energy, inducing
States of transcendence of spirit
Into realms of divine, contrasting with the senses.
Love finds its place into higher dimensions
Through spectrum of light, in fusion
With the sounds of the beating heart:
The blood flows through the veins,
Gravitation is pulling us ‘down to earth':
Thus, we are grounded into blindness—
Reduced to serpents, crawling, and serpentining
Between right and wrong, between surviving and soaring:
Mostly, fearing soaring—for soaring equals death.