science-fiction in a tea cup

 
energies expand and contract
ever flowing throughout the cosmos
making manifest oneself through more than one portal at a time
the illusion of self being present on only this wavelength is false
we are present in the vast universes as well

pieces of our being living out a dream
the matrix is a construct we affix to
an anchor to keep us grounded
the truth of us is interconnected
soul to soul, mind to mind
and to the great vast unknown
inspiration feeds our need for knowledge

it is my belief space craft are not needed to travel the universes
as we are connected to the space time continuum
but our deepest selves remain hidden
while parts of us visit here and elsewhere throughout the cosmos
traveling dimension to dimension just a thought away

I don't believe in aliens
I believe they are family we have not seen in some time
being separated by space exploration
we unite in the celestial corridor exchanging notes

I awaken with a sigh
and I wonder was it just a dream