Science dreams of wormholes to another world,
But dreamers tread this pathway every night.
Who does but blinker ordinary sight
Is through an open portal sweetly hurled.
Science asks, why should a synapse need to rest?
Our senses offer answers of a different kind.
Focused reasoning all day can make us blind
To primary experience with which we’re blessed.
One third of life we cordon and forget.
Connection is what every synapse seeks.
In dreams, remember what we knew at birth —
Lost truths we might acknowledge yet,
The soul of life of which no science speaks —
We are but pure awareness, clad in earth.
— Josh Mitteldorf