Beings who walk other spheres

Here´s something with one of last saturday´s
blotches, which turned out to be mostly fishbirds
and turtles...





































"The world below the brine;
Forests at the bottom of the sea — the branches and leaves,
Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds —
the thick tangle, the openings, and the pink turf,
Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white,
and gold — the play of light through the water,
Dumb swimmers there among the rocks—coral, gluten, grass,
rushes — and the aliment of the swimmers,
Sluggish existences grazing there, suspended, or slowly
crawling close to the bottom,
The sperm-whale at the surface, blowing air and spray,
or disporting with his flukes,
The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy
sea-leopard, and the sting-ray;
Passions there — wars, pursuits, tribes—sight in those
ocean-depths — breathing that thick-breathing air,
as so many do;
The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air
breathed by beings like us, who walk this sphere;
The change onward from ours, to that of beings who walk
other spheres."

(Walt Whitman: World Below the Brine)