O Thou Mother of all conscious things,
Be Thou consciously receptive to my prayers. Through Thee I know all that I know;
And Thou knowest all I know,
So Thou knowest my prayers.
And, knowing and feeling Thee constantly thus, I know that Thou art I, and I am Thou.
My little wavelet has vanished in Thee.
I know Thee alone as all existence;
Thou alone art the Ever‐existent;
Thou dost exist now,
And Thou shalt be evermore.
Thou art impersonal, invisible,
Unseen, formless, omnipresent,
But Thou art also personal through my love. Forever I want to worship Thee
As both personal and impersonal.
By my devotion
I have beheld Thee
Sometimes as Krishna,
Sometimes as Christ,
Personal, visible, and imprisoned in little forms, And hidden within the little temple of my love. O Invisible One! as Thou didst freeze
Part of Thine unseen Infinitude
In the arctic ice of finitude,
So do Thou appear unto me,
Visible and living—
That I may serve Thee always.
I want to see Thee as the ocean of all life,

Both with and without the ripples of Creation. O Creator of all things:
I want to worship Thee as Everything!


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