There is a wisdom like a brooding Sun,

A Bliss in the heart’s crypt grown fiery white,

The heart of a world in which all hearts are one,

A Silence on the mountains of delight,

A Calm that cradles Fate upon its knees;

A wide Compassion leans to embrace earth’s pain;

A Witness dwells within our secrecies,

The incarnate Godhead in the body of man.

Our mind is a glimmering curtain of that Ray,

Our strength a parody of the Immortal’s power,

Our joy a dreamer on the Eternal’s way

Hunting the fugitive beauty of an hour.

Only on the heart’s veiled door the word of flame

Is written, the secret and tremendous Name.