The spiritual come to light in the sweeping pulse of vein,
When ideas mingle with the physical
To compose our general song of earth,
To coax out a certain comfort in repose,
In a spiritual repose, when we are
One with all and all with we, and we march
To a transcendent tempo, resounding anciently,
An awareness we glean by coming home,
That is not arriving at our doorstep,
But taking one’s place in a viewless song,
Assuming once more the forgotten harmony,
The universal that sleeps beneath all things,
In essential vibrations of the mind
When it returns most rightly in its course
To the conversant light pervading, the
Principle of unity and transcendence
Which is our bloodiest most human heart
Invisibly come in the inhuman elevation
Of an afternoon stroll, when the trees are
Not trees, but a humming in our bellies
Which is the taste of forest-consciousness
Of the world of the mind meting out its
Separate existence in fluid hymns
Ornaments that resound in their fallings,
Forming various homes through which we pass
That we later find were only corridors
Flowing through a single, watery mansion
Where I as one and we all as one
Do sleep in some eternal silence that
Is the truth beyond the abundant music.