Inner worlds

Worlds hidden inside of us,
Great meadow of unsullied beauty.
Dark shack of a weird cuss,
Lion-hearted ant performing its duty.
Needle stabbing the matrix of mistery,
Feelings hidden within it.
In the place crawls the sliver of history,
No more getting hardly split.
Ancestors sinking in the ocean so deep,
Origins floating as a froth.
Stimulus like a baby falling asleep,
But lives joyful like a moth.
Don't trip over, run faster!
Your joy has been spawned.
Welcome to this ocean, this pasture,
To your realm of the beyond.