Beyond the seen, whole worlds dance,
formed and unformed, coming into being
and disappearing again.
Beyond these woods, butterflies,
the likes of which you’ve never dreamed,
flit through a rain forest’s branches.
Above the clouds, jeweled birds
fly across the lands and seas.
No one can count the variations
that the Great Song of the Yes brings forth.
It chants the sky and whispers the rainbows.
It laughs out stars and breathes out life.
And here, on this monochrome day,
it chimes in silver snowflakes
that melt on the lake like sighs
as fishes waltz beneath the frozen waters.
Right here, beyond the seen.