O Master Magician, no artist can paint thy elusive face
No sculptor can carve thy silhouette, no one can bind thee in a hame.

Thou O ever unknown stanger, my soul, my love
This magic of unfolding creation is only Thyself.

My life a passing note, O supreme musician, of thy symphony
One, individual, inalterable, absolute, immobile, silence
Infinite rays, mobile fragments, perpetual motion, delight.

This stupendous Presence pervades immeasurably all existence

O Mother Divine in Thy eternity
I discover my continuity