The Planet Dance

The sunlight is gleaming—
What carries its beaming
to crystal and flower
so far down below? The soul has been drifting—
Who yearns for uplifting,
from faith to the power
of vision to grow? Seek, soul, to be seeing
in stones the light fleeing,
in blossoms its bower,—
yourself you shall know. The heavens are bluing—
What aims are pursuing,
what secrets out-sending
expanses blue-pearled? The spirit is waking—
What strength is in making,
what will is unbending,
what shining unfurled? So, spirit, be guiding,
remote still abiding,
to vision unending,—
you find all the world. The starlight is dancing—
What radiance entrancing,
the centre unsealing,
is sent from afar? And men are still questing—
They strive, never resting,
and anxiously feeling,
to know who they are? So man, be expanding
your soul's understanding,
your essence revealing,—
you find your own star. The night is unfolding—
What beings are moulding,
in infinite spacing,
of nothing—sheer weight? The universe trembles—
What breathing dissembles,
in darkness embracing
mysterious fate? The spirit inspiring
is thirsting, is firing,
with worlds interlacing,
small beings and great.