When I’m inclined to ponder all there is—
The wonder, joy and marvel of it all,
An occupation that will make you diz-
zy as you view all things both great and small,
Then I am overwhelmed with ecstasy,
An exaltation mystically induced,
A glimpse into a new Reality
That makes me feel from human bondage loosed.
Once only did such exaltation lift
Me utterly beyond my normal state
And seemed to be a supernatural gift,
A source to motivate what I create,
Though ever after, when I’ve most desired,
I can access that source and be inspired.