This world is a cunning blend of perception:
There is what you see, as it happens,
The continuum of what has happened, known,
What will happen, a thought turned evident.
The bustling city centre is as it happens
Retained as happened simultaneously
From a clear idea of what will happen,
Stillness of presence is one of mind.
As it happens is only at that moment
Of the same form as the thought
That retains it, of its source in expectation
Which materializes as it happens,
Then wound into the reel of awareness:
Of such are the mountains and oceans,
Forests and rivers, stones, seashells,
The start of a letter as pen marks paper,
As it happens: immediately, it is proved
As knowledge, the head can turn away,
Can close its eyes, resign itself to sleep,
To wake in a flash the whole world.