Everything is the play of Light
A phenomenum of consciousness.
The unique Soul, the inalterable felicity,
The absolute force, The Divine only.
The Divine today, to morrow, always.
In all beings, in all objects is the road
Which leads towards the New Life.
Every ground every river, mountains, deserts, houses,
Everything becomes sacred as the infinite ground of a Temple.
The end of a perpetual night,
The sun that does not set anymore
the unveiled blissful presence of the Mother Divine.
Open wide Thy doors to that strange distant Light
And nourish with it the white purity of inner fire
The wonder-bud of splendor in the mire of earth.