' With the Morning Dew,
comes Rainbow, filled, anews,
like Angels fall,
the Dead arise;
...
' A conversation,
harmonious with starry spheres,
music,
like stuff of life,
...
' Tapestries of dimensions,
dream world of consciousness,
seen with one eye, but not two;
each entangled in the other,
...
The Eternal Now
' With the Morning Dew,
comes Rainbow, filled, anews,
like Angels fall,
the Dead arise;
The Turning of the Ages, surely,
means nothing beside;
And as God cast a glimpse,
at His Eternal Self,
nothing is left,
except himself;
For as above,
so below,
as Gods only sport,
the Eternal Now. '