Aha that contemplative inward time!
Body when reaches its prime;
In harmony with mind, writes a rhyme,
Illusions not, but reality shine.
Aha that divine perfect position!
No couple ever found such satisfaction,
Every part stimulates loveliest reaction,—
Soul sends such vibration.
Aha that obliviousness to deflected reality;
Self-truths forced for social duty,
This but is the true beauty,
Simple, straight without sociality.
Aha that becoming part of the whole!
Where individual plays no role,—
Still, a huge stage with character sole,
And that possibility with single pole.
Aha that sudden cosmic struck!
When the ultimate crisply lurk,
And falsely hard-worked walls jerk,
Transform these into heavenly arc.
Aha that golden light inside head!
Beats which the dark dead,
Infinite facets cut the fad
To a glittering diamond on something dead.
Aha that helplessness of senses!
Struck which through the tenses,
Come they now across the fences,
Liberate which infinity in His ranches.
Aha that time of being with the being!
And seeing too much without seeing,
Crowning moment of the body's king;
Yes! Soul triumphant, possessively sing.