Out of the cave I called reality,
beyond the mere life of this body
the universe is disrobed.
There is no place to fall,
no desire to shrink.
All events are extraordinary,
though not all are social
in the changing light.
I see myself crawl out of mud,
hover over the sun
or walk down a street --
I can see everything I've done
pretending many roles.
I see myself
transform into a living cross
or a mummy wrapped in white
spiraling in space
if I choose,
as I've chosen before.
Beyond this mere life
I've traveled many roads
in the all-seeing eye
creating the world;
I was with Homer and Aesop,
in the water Christ walks on,
in hurricanes and harvests.
Don't say it cannot be,
that these and other things
don't or didn't happen;
I know what I know.
And here is my test for truth --
the exact consideration,
and what works:
beyond this body's walls
where I live
the machinery of bondage
in heaven and on earth
is vanishing.