In the
apparent stillness of this universe
There is
the loudest song.
Each unit
of matter we see around us
Is an
integration.
Of the
original spirit in part.
Too much
brilliance makes us blind
And want
of brilliance too;
The
Infinite evades our senses,
The
Infinitesimal too.
Whether
beyond our maximum
Or
beneath our minimum
Its both
negation to us.