In my mind flickers forth a tomorrow’s yesterday.

Remote realities waxing wild wonders,

Becoming images, sounds, bodies, radiant creation.

Time becomes life. Darkness begins braiding

Fences with lights, like milky ways in the cold firmament.

Beginning leaps to eternities. Dream becomes stampede

And breaks through the walls

Of stony impenetrability.

All around

Close down the sensations, the agitations.

The obscure colors of recognition come to life.

Depth becomes height.

Curiosity seeks in everything a name,

Enchantment ignites in everything intent.

Want, I want, my wanting wants

To split open the joy-atoms,

Where entire worlds flourish,

Out of young-primordial yes,

Out of late-primordial no.

Three more steps—

And I will understand,

What is and what is not.

Two more steps—

And I will touch

The dwelling-places

Of my longing.

One more step—

And I will feel

The flesh of naked thought.