Make me transparent with purity, that Thou mayest shine through me.
Make me luminous with wisdom, that I may behold Thee in me.
Still the moving mirror of my mind, that I may behold Thy
Mooned Face, undistorted by my restlessness, ever reflected there.
Open all the windows of Faith, that I may behold Thee in the
Mansion of Peace.
Fling open the Doors of Silence, that I may enter Thy Temple
Awaken the memory of past Incarnations,(no cap on I?) wherein I sought
Thee and loved Thee.
Remember when I met Thee in the bower of the Milky Way
and worshipped Thee in the ever-changing, living Temple of Nature(?)
Beloved Divine, make me know at once and forever that Thou
hast always been mine, ever mine.
My error dreams are past and buried beneath the sepulcher
of oblivion, and I am awake basking in the sunlight of Thy
While I slept this sleep of earthly life,
I dreamt this Nature dream.
I awoke, and now I dream of Thee alone.
I was the small bee seeking the honey of Thy Happiness,
So I drank from the many blossoms of human life and Nature,
But it was when I drank the fragrant sweetness from Thy Lotus Feet,
That I hummed with desires no more.
— From East-West Magazine, March 1934