We, yes the mortals now around,
Within worlds and worlds known not;
Thinking and the contact permeated
By more than our thoughts created;
Or more than by what any God begot;
Worlds within in which me move about.

Close the eyes (which see only as much
As can a stone); only sight is gone:
Vision remains as behind the eyes
A world of imaginings does materialize;
Real, as we alone can feel – alone.
A world within worlds, foreign to touch,

Foreign to gross and bodily senses
(To which, though, no sense is foreign).
Each sense conscious as its function:
The Doer and this world’s conjunction.
Sense impressions should not reign
The Doer’s thought, his acts, intentions.

Lead to lies by limited impressions:
Sight can’t perceive as much as vision;
Sight only sees the solid of the solid plane;
Vision goes beyond this; thinking does the same.
How and what the Doer thinks is his own decision –
Placing him within the Eternal Order of Progression.