Thou Art ...

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 Om.

Thou art the beginning and the end of all

And, even before the beginning, Thou wert.

Thou art the ever-ending ever-beginning life;

Thou art the Light, the Love;

And, I am Thine Own, Thyself!

~ Hilda Charlton ~

(From: S.S.S. Pt.III)