Tentative speculation peers furtively
through imaginary curtains
which cover the window of consciousness —
limiting views of a passing procession.
Obstructed light illumines objects and events
in a space-time parade.
Doubtful observation records appearances
through accumulations of dust on soiled panes.
Vision is impaired, perception distorted.
Life steps to the cadence of death’s music
in the marching band of mortality’s charade.
Revelation is precise: No reality in this cavalcade!
Courage throws the curtains wide,
exposing what appears "outside".
Humility removes the dust
from jaded years of fear and lust.
While love directs our thoughts to praise
the hymns that angel voices raise:
"Consciousness is everywhere, no exits or departures there.
Unless you compromise with sin, what seems to be outside is in.
So push the window open wide. The universe is here inside!"