O my friend! they live on the same one Hope,

the snow, the fire and the wind.

They breathe the same One Breath,

They vanish in the same Mysterious One.

And O my friend! the snow, the fire, and the wind are the very

Language of my heart for all creatures of the world, endowed

with knowledge and without knowledge, long for communion

with the same Mysterious One.

When the world was drowned in sweetest

kisses seeking everlasting bliss in the

Land of Dreams,

When the Earth was alit with passion

to drink off the remorseless sky,

I beheld a phenomenon–a molecular

vibration in my smile, O my Deity, which

held behind its veil the vast aeons of Eternity.

Was it not a reviled particle of dust

in immortal glee–a floating

flame on golden wings?