We Are Not Of The World

We are in the world
But not of it
Some of of us know this place
Some of us float in and around
We are reflections of our selves
We live in the cosmos
We are comfortable in the float

We are an air born consciousness
We are in the ineffable lightness of being
We float in the currents
In the outer shell of existence
We are still tethered
Yet we play as if we weren't
We glide in the effervesce

We are at home in the surreal
It's as if we come from something else
Is it possible even to go back
Is death the next transition
When we sever the tether

Do we we break through
To divine consciousness