The World Below

Higher and higher, as the birds fly

I see my soul escape, to look below

To look down at the world and sigh

What are we ?. From where do we flow ?

The spirit travels to faraway places

And yet always bound by the silver cord

We are but one more, among countless faces

From far above, there is no meaning in discord.

That colony of ants, I see below working

How ignorant I am of their universe

We are but ants to some other being.

The body awaits the soul to know of other worlds

Higher and higher, I become sombre

I hear not, the voices of laughter

Feel not, the wetness of tears, or heat of anger

All that was real, mere illusions thereafter

Paddy fields, are now small green squares

Giant Brick Houses look like mere matchboxes

Roads are mere lines and other dull affairs

Around I look to see what this world offers.

Those brown beetles deep beneath the ground

Or those translucent fishes in oceanic trenches

 Do they care of me, in another realm of air and sound

This ignorance of each being; who avenges?

Multiple universes collide invisible to each other

How small are we, relatively? What rules do we follow ?

High upon a cliff, and yet foolishly together

I may have seen, but not conquered the world below.