Monism

Where river slides through spreading thighs of soilWhose maidenhead is captured by the worm,Where summer air wins free from tension's coilAs lightning darts to deepest womb of stormIts thrust of terror and of beauty home,I look around me and my senses reelTo see the universe outside becomeA mirror of the passion that I feel.

Where jetting fountains into basins run,Where mountains thrust hard heads through yielding cloud,Where Lombard poplars straighten in the sun,Where grass springs phallic from the fleshly shroudAnd stubborn root rapes bone till bone is gone,The world grows crystal clear in terms of formAs micro-macrocosmic shapes make oneRecurring symbol of the mated norm.

And there stream, worm, air, tree, mount, grass, and rootAm I; you are all complements to these;And each relation, articulate or mute,Is ours; and should death end our entitiesThese cells in other forms will dance the same;Whether in galaxies or the mind's roomsIn unity unfolds the endless gameOf egg-and-dart all energy assumes.