And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine;
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in Eternity.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on Heaven's shore.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the Sun and Moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
God appears, and God is Light,
To those poor souls who dwell in Night;
But does a Human Form display
To those who dwell in realms of Day.
~William Blake.
hahaz... a result of two periods of GP