Amused, amused

The music had sprung up by degrees on all sides in me, my exhaustion gently drowned at last the raise of an inner will - it really seems to work up into unutterable delight.

My mind empowered itself again, even stronger than before, and imagination’s being endowed by lucidity with a mystic, sage, sight, and perceptions in their whole, brought before the soul, as though prediction was already sketched on my notes.

Amused, amused by the hint of opportunity,  the scenery of Earth is my eye that strays above the fields, over me, far, far as I was carried away by a whirlwind.

I wish I saw me- so I’m still waving my hand. I hear the music no more, I am the music myself and anytime it hear it bursting out, it’s me laughing myself. Once I find my position on Earth -sometimes standing, sometimes half-sunken beneath the endless rebuff of the foam whose white surf fused in misty smoke goes away towards pearl-rose sky. I might think of a trick of the light, of it being late and me tired, but let myself feel fine and safe.

(My mind gifted by pondering with an inward sight sees a good heart).