Eyes in the sky, aided by glass and mirror, fail to see
The far reaches of the universe, as elegant mathematical
Equations can, these have birthed in human mind
Which is the near field, where we park our consciousness
But it is at the outer limits of the inner universe
The body cannot travel far, held by gravity’s puppeteer strings
The mind orbits in the far lanes of the vast inner expanse
Two vehicles we stake our lives on, have left us precariously perched
As we cling to what’s near and dear, even if is far from reality
A difficult balance, the mind is well conditioned, easily adapting
In its throes, the journey’s entertaining, but the destination is far away
By casting aside eyes and equations, what’s out of reach quickly comes near
