Soul-vision ascends; heart-power descends. — photo by Sarama
My Lord Supreme, when You hide from me You are beautiful. When You appear before me You are beautiful, blessingful and fruitful. When I try to hide from You I think that I am going to accomplish something very great. When I do not hide from You, when I come to You with what I have and what I am, I see clearly and feel unmistakably that I have accomplished everything gloriously.