A Christmas Thought and the Secret of the Ego

> What gave my eye this force, > That all misshapen forms have dissolved. > That the nights become like brilliant suns. > Disorder becomes order, decay life? > > What intricate weaving through time, through space, > Guides me surely to the eternal well > Of the Beautiful, the True, the Good, and of all delight. > And in destroying immerses all my striving? > > It is this: into Urania's eye, the deep, > Itself clear, blue, still, pure > Lightflame, I myself have quietly gazed. > > Since then, this eye rests in my depths > And is in my being—the eternal > One, Lives in my life, sees in my seeing.