In Pandora’s Panacea ~ Holographic Works of Art (2007) by Carole Sawo
So dearest is the physicist
Upon a quest he will persist
And one day find that what he sought
Was joy of life and peace of thought
In Petri dish a holy grail
When frequency will light a veil
As oscillations from the past
Reveal to him a truth at last
Still seeks in vitro to explain
Plasticity within the brain
And only in the physical
To understand umbilical
In cellular reality
Forgot a missing part of thee
Exploring answers in the dish
In parallel a mind does wish
Does life make sense from microscope
In secret keep his soul in hope
That courage still exist in form
To guide him past familiar norm
Organic view might you not see
That life above polarity
From bottom up you seek a clue
From Heaven down see all of you
From mother’s cord to apron strings
And Nature’s hoard to angels wings
Be astrocyte in front of you
With astral sight to guide you through
Dear physicist should stop in time
Reality no more is thyne
When silent words beg telepathic
Shall comprehend in holographic