The wintry sun pours through my window frame
Opening wide to an endless sky of saphire blue,
Snow drops are sparkling with diamonds of dew.
My heart hymns praise to Him without a Name,
A love for Self and all are equally the same.
I draw the curtain in my room enlarge the view,
From tattered folds, a powdery dust soon flew
Across the scene obscuring sunlight's flame.
As cloud did clear I saw each dusty grain,
Like a world held in a solar radiant beam,
Universes in Brahman's mighty magic dream.
My mind fell in my heart no words can explain;
I am the light, the sun, the room, the view,
The dust, the Self, Brahman, and so are you.