Night opens wide the burning Macrocosm,- <br />And heaven's hierarchies come into view <br />Lo, the spirit sings, and the elements dance <br />Interwoven with snaky locks of starlight. <br /> <br />And the Microcosm grows distinct in the deep night: <br />We hear the roar of elements spinning inside us,- <br />And behold our own hierarchical assemblage <br />From close stars to dim-eyed spots of light. <br /> <br />There is a milky way in the soul as in the heavens; <br />There is a multitude in both of these creations: <br />The same word is stamped in both of these books - <br /> <br />And twin scales measure the same weight. <br />There is a He in the flames of depths revealed; <br />There is an I in the deepest miracles.<br /><br />Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heaven-above-heaven-below/
