Think about all the things beyond our senses

That we cannot perceive

Then think about the rules and fences

In which we all believe.



Is this life true reality

In all its totality

Or is it an illusion

Built upon confusion?



All of our brains are made the same

Built from cells and electricity

The essence of our name

So complex, yet simplicity



What do we find

In our minds

Are we blind

To all the signs



There are hidden frequencies in the air

That with the right mode of reception

We can suddenly see and hear

They are no longer a place of deception.



So, is there another reality out there?

One we can’t yet perceive

Beyond the death we fear

In the Light we receive



We all want to believe that we are living for a reason

Despite the things we can’t understand

From season to following season

Is everything already planned?



Are there lessons to be learned

Is there a plan to all the madness?

Are there new levels to be earned

That will make sense of all the sadness?



We only have our senses

We know of only five

But through all the past tenses

There seems to be a sixth sense coming alive



This new reality

Seems to be born of love

And it has no finality

As it opens up the gates above.



© Sheryl A. Skutelsky, 2010