Decorating

Decorating “But what is real? If you mean those impulses and signals sent by your senses and which are then interpreted by your brain. Then the real can be anything your mind desires.” Morphius. The Matrix. When a child opens its eyes Awareness blossoming New upon the day Does it then envision A clean blank page To be coloured To be decorated as it desires Should all those hues and images Then be given a name Yet What would be If the child could see Things that were not the same In each and every second These myriad patterns of light React To thoughts born from learning Labelled with a voice which says “this” is This And “that” is That Yet a blank page emerges Each and every single day But written and coloured By acceptance In the same new way But What if for a moment You dream And decorate your world Differently What then would the eyes of the liberated See Would they see the world As is Or see repainted coherency Or would there be A moment of birth Where awareness Sees through And beyond reality And sees with the eyes of a newly born Child A daily place of spirit Life and light A spoken place Where all form Takes on the form Of the heavenly blank page Of light Where on Is written All possibility And your mind Decorating The universe infinitely Or will mere whim transform To what it might be The photons and the fabric of stars Could we then hold creations dust In our palms And with a breath of splendour Puff beauty into being Should thought Become a brush stroke then Would we sweep and stride With such a capable hand The essence of magnificence A new world To greet Our waking eyes Or is this What we have come to see The ballet of light as it settles Within us Daily Some other wonder Some other hand Which says See what I have wrought for you From the physical tongues of Eternity But I know you People of Earth And I know the multitude of your dreams And how Given the power of your imaginings You could decorate so diversely All these things Which seem now so Ordinary Is it but a moment A second Of perception Or a reaction Predetermined by acceptances Indoctrination What where those things We began to see When as a new born child Our eyes first Opened