Think only of one thing, and alone,
Abstract from each other let that thought
Become obscure, and in that thing,
Collect everything you ever thought.
This is the single thought to clothe
And cover us in its intensity, wrapping us
About ourselves, singular and whole.
A solitary point of power and light.
Thus we are separated, alone, distinct,
Forgetting each other, veering away from the whole.
Becoming knowledgeable out of indifference,
Yet becoming precinct to the eternal influence.
Is this the central thought of how we imagine the world.
The thoughts where we marry with God,
The grand perception of the ultimate good.
Do we in this moment bear witness to each other.
Out of this wonder we take from our mind,
And build upon this thing together but alone.