In the soft arms of the atmosphere,
our common heart’s sincere conversation is worship.
The right action is submission.
Within, the silent soul of the whole.
Beatitude innate, accessible to all. Peace. Wisdom.
In his book Nature (1836), Ralph Waldo Emerson introduced the concept of Transcendentalism — the idea that spiritual truth could be gained by intuition rather than by established doctrine or text. Excerpts from his essay “The Over-Soul” are used in this poem.
I am the mystic of this forest.
I am here and I’m not here.
My bare feet are atoms dissolving into
the atoms of the soil, or perhaps
I am the soil, air, the forest.
Inspired in part by this idea from Ralph Waldo Emerson:
“We return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite spaces, — all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God.”