Hidden will in the atom and the protoplasm
Thou aspirest in the flowers and the creepers,
Extendest Thy arms of prayer in the tree.
Thou keepest vigil on the altar of the soul of man.
Thine is the inspired vision, the struggle and the battle
Thine too is the victory the laurel and the crown
The realisation , the glory of the marvellous New Creation
I am the prostrate Godhead
Slowly waking up from my fathomless trance
Rising gradually by tremendous steps
Towards my absolute Light.
All matter is my own consciousness,
First iceberg, floating cathedrals
On the illimitable immobility of consciousness.
Power inconceivable, bliss of existence