Far from sky and earth
passing galaxies of neurons
through a vast pallium void
there is a tranquil place
shimmering with rainbow colors
feeding creations’ furnace
a place that beckons
flirting with natures’ meaning,
a place that knows no master
nor is itself a master,
it lies so distant, yet
complete a circle of being
and it is there, barely awake,
incomprehensible, tolerant,
holding within all that can be,
cerebrum volute dreams of forever,
what it knows is unknown,
there to be freely taken, if only
we would open its door.
©2013, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
Yes indeed : “if only we would open its door”.
And I notice your choice of the word ‘would’; you could have said ‘could’ but that would have been much less rich a line to finish on.
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Nice, Donald – engemders a floaty feeling of peace.
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You’ve described heaven!
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