“And nothing is perfect, save the dream pass out into the sleep, I Am.
“When the dream of the eyes is darkened, and encompassed with Now.
“And the dream of the mouth resounds in the last I Am.
“And the dream of the hands is a sleep like a bird on the sea, that sleeps and is lifted and shifted, and knows not.
“And the dreams of the feet and the toes touch the core of the world, where the Serpent sleeps.
“And the dream of the phallos reaches the great I Know Not.
“And the dream of the body is the stillness of a flower in the dark.
“And the dream of the soul is gone in the perfume of Now.
“And the dream of the spirit lapses, and lays down its head, and is still with the Morning Star.
“For each dream starts out of Now, and is accomplished in Now.