A native health and innocence
Within my bones did grow,
And while my God did all his Glories show,
I felt a vigour in my sense
That was all Spirit. I within did flow
With seas of life, like wine;
I nothing in the world did know
But ’twas divine.
This is part of a poem by the English mystic Thomas Traherne, a precursor of William Blake. He goes on to describe how, in his mystical state, everything he sees appears as a treasure, a treasure which he does not desire to own, because it belongs to him, utterly, already. This is the experience of realising the Self which is the creator and ownerless owner of the world.