For the soul walks upon all paths. The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed. The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals. This garden universe vibrates complete. Some, we get a sound so sweet.
Vibrations reach on up to become light, And then through gamma, out of sight.
Between the eyes and ears there lie The sounds of color and the light of a sigh. And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe, But it's all around if we could but perceive. To know ultraviolet, infrared, and x-rays, Beauty to find in so many ways. Two notes of the chord, that's our full scope, But to reach the chord is our life's hope. They do appear in different guises, but in substance they are one.