When you see me in the
green trees and in the green light under trees, know that you are near to me:
When you hear my voice in
the silence, know that I speak for you.
The immortal loves to
speak to the immortal in the mortal, and there is joy in calling to the joy
which dozes in the heart of a soul of earth.
When joy is awake, the
soul is awake.
You look for God in the
forms of men and women, and sometimes you find Him there;
But you look for me in
your own soul; the deeper the gaze, the fairer the vision.
Yes, I am in Nature, and
I am in you, when you look for me there;
For Nature is dual, and
the half you carry within you.
All things are one and
dual—even I, and that is why you may find me.
Oh, the charm of being
free, to wander at will round the earth and heaven, and through the souls of
I am lighter than the
thistle-down, but more enduring than the stars:
The permanent is
impalpable, and only the impalpable endures.
The road is not long
which leads to the castle of dreams; the far-away is nearer than next-door,
but only the dreamer finds it.
When labour is light, the
pay is sure; when the days are hard, their reward is tardy.
Be glad, and I will repay
I would write my name on
the leaves of your heart, but only the angels can read the writing.
Who bears my unknown name
on the petals of his heart is accepted among the angels for the flower he is;
his perfume reaches heaven.
There is pollen in the
heart, child of earth, and it fructifies the flowers of faith;
There is faith in the
soul, child of time, and it bears the seeds of all things.
The seasons come and the
seasons go, but the springtime is eternal.
I can find that in you
which was lost in the April of the world.