If the mind could but focus Like a lens, Sliding in and out To pinpoint its perceptions Throughout Time and Space, As a telescope Peers deep into the Universe Or a microscope Probes the miniscule-- What could it see? What are the wonders Of the Greater World, Hidden from man's diurnal view By his essential humanity? Like the pages of a book, All That Is Is divided infinitely Into layer upon myriad layer Of existence. Like an endless fabric Creation stretches, And where cross Its threads Worlds are born. With our dim and human sight We cannot perceive The riches lying all around us. Though a hundred million Spheres may co-exist With our fair earth, We seem them not, For humanity clouds our vision And limits reality To our few and paltry senses. But if we could see inwardly, Turning our sight Back from clay and mud, Then perhaps we might glimpse Other worlds As noble, as true, as beautiful As that upon which We live and die. There blossom flowers Graceful beyond belief, Unfolding in colors with no earthly names. There sing creatures Whose unheard voices Make earthly Sirens seem hoarse and shrill. Wonder upon wonder Take place daily, all unseen As we plod from hour to hour. Someday, perhaps, it will be ours To see and feel, And even now, in quietness, We sometimes can hear the echoes Of those other worlds.
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