There are Two Worlds in Time

There are two worlds in time; one dark, one light:In circling stasis each on other preys,Where all between the poles of black and whiteRevolve or spiral through their nights and days.

When you behold the blind and silent wormBecome a song inside a robin's throat,Or see in Spring an orchid blossom formIts own sweet scent from slime that feeds its root,

Think how in turn a worm will feed as well,One night to come, upon that robin's meat,Or how the root that gave will cannibalAnd care not if the bloom be foul or sweet;

And realize, then, unlike flower, worm, bird, slime,Your thoughts of time have put you outside time.