Peering through the retinas it is sometimes hard to see.
That vision caught cascading so boring thrilling free.
The mind jumps to attention and cranks out reverie.
I stand there watching hearing not knowing what I be.
The time it takes an impulse to travel on the brain bus
Is only always nimble finding truth you know you can trust.
You are thinking you might be knowing experience of the now,
But I am here to tell you only Creator knows just how.
You know I cannot reach it and feel the truest now
within this fleshy sequence of neural port and prow.
I am His created creature and I ponder his great brow.
My dimensionless point of consciousness is Him as He is now.
And I am thinking I am thinking and I am thanking the one that shows me how.