Oh Sickened man
distraught with your own pains,
look about you:

What more can there be than
what there is you see
about you?

Sickening man,
look with eyes
feel with hands
hear with ears
and know with brain
for never will the senses
teach the knowledge
that is beyond the senses.

Never can the knowledge
of all
be found or learnt by
illusory sense impressions
for no impression is left
by the absolute
in its absoluteness.

No impression can be
received
and no brain can have
knowledge,
and no hands can feel,
and no ears can
hear the
infinite,
and yet hands feel the absolute
all the time,
ears hear infinity all the
time, and eyes
may always see infinity,
for each sense
is both a unit of and a
whole of the infinity that
as a sense
it cannot comprehend.
At all times we are bombarded
and surrounded by and
immersed in that
which our senses cannot
sense,
but which our minds
may be aware of.

That which our universes,
external,
internal,
supernal,
are always part – of
each permeating the other,
each containing the
universes which contain it:
each being the other.

On such dimensions as body
may feel this cannot be,
but such as bodily awareness
induces, hinders
all to whom this attachment
becomes all.