Long ago the Earth was flat in the minds of men
Now we walk upon its curve and wonder at their primitive belief.
Of course, we live on a globe.
Yet, maybe we should ask, how long a time until the next dimension dawns,
Where we may grasp Earth as being porous: a world within worlds,
Soaked in bands of intelligent light?
Imagine… a fourth dimension, here within us all the while!
A sphere suffused by spheres suspended among the pure,
From where kindred spirits work and guide us along our ray.
Perhaps the reality will come to us in a rush;
Or grace only one soul at a time, here and there, among the noise.
It will be so obvious, so simple, and another set of fears will be released.
Then who among us will be the first to press upon the fifth door of dimension?
What meek and mannered child will wonder at the next scape of knowledge?
Who’s heart will grasp that love outshines the mind?