Name of names, our small identity unravels in You. You give it back as a lesson.
~ from PRAYERS OF THE COSMOS trans. by Neil Douglas-Klotz
This is thy hour, O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless.
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done.
Thee fully forth emerging silent, gazing,
pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.