Mystery of Mysteries

Thou art the light of all creation, my well beloved!
From out Thy lips doth blow the mighty winds
That sway the trees in dancing rhythms,
And yet again Thou art the very trees
Whose swaying boughs whisper
The ancient aum of all creation.

Thou art the One and All.
Thou art the raindrops merging with the earth,
Thou art also, the face of mother earth
Uplifted to receive Thy bounteous gift of rain.
Thy hand outstretched gives blessings rare,
Ah! mystery of mysteries Thou art!
For Thou art the beginning and the end of all creation,
And yet even before the beginning, Thou art,
Thou art the never ending life that flows.

Yea, my beloved Lord,
Thou art the light of all creation,
And I am Thine own true SELF

~Hilda Charlton
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, Nov. 1969