As we grow older
Our perception of the world becomes habituated
The world no longer surprises and delights us
With its beauty and variety
These moments of unmediated
Spontaneous perception of the world
Become rarer and rarer
Artists, composers, musicians, poets
Are always trying to reawaken in us
That perception of the world
Which we experienced as children
The day to day pleasures and drudgery
And worries and anxieties are pretty much our lot
Until the horizontal plane is broken
By a vertical spike, and for a moment
We leave the everyday
The divine, or the higher
Or some indefinable superior force
Is about us all the time
And we need but look and attend to beauty
In order to find it
We're aware of something beyond us
The envelope of the self melts
And we become joined either with nature
Or with loved ones or with powers
That we can't easily define