#imitative

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.

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