INto the Fields of Perception

Into the fields of perception
We went
Our stories 
Were lost about ourselves
Eyes shut became 
Eyes wide open
And the alter became 
A yearning
My young-heart followed 
Jesus there
Bowing down, immersed, blessed
Fresh start, like birth
Behaving more often, I think
My conscious still gets sore.
Into the fields of perception
We went
Our stories
Were lost about ourselves
Eyes wide open became
Eyes shut
And the Creation moved us
Without any yearning
And we went about our way
With purpose.