It’s called a paradigm shift
Our daily view of truth
From mountaintop to valley below
Questions from our youth
We dance around the alpine Maypole
Eyes sweep up to its top
Scene transformed from black abyss
To jutting rock outcrop
We dance looking south to the ominous edge
A fall far out of sight
Deep abyss beyond the ledge
Black and dark as night
We turn to dance looking east and then
A vast plateau ahead
Greening fields and working men
In dazzling flowerbeds
We dance some more looking north and there
A hillside reaching high
Below a protective mother bear
Her cubs seen scampering by
We dance, look west to the setting sun
Paradigm shift now done
Soon night, then dawn
The universe and I are one