A Christmas Thought and the Secret of the Ego

> Nothing is but God, and God is nothing but life, > You know it, you and I know it together, > But how would knowing be there > If it were not knowing of God's life? > > “How gladly would I surrender myself to this, > Yet where do I find it? Somehow it flows > Into knowing, then transforms itself into seeming, > Mingling with it, surrounded by its sheaths.” > > Quite dearly the sheath rises up before you, > It is your I, what is destructible dies, > And henceforth only God lives in your striving. > > See through what survives this striving, > Then the sheath becomes visible to you as sheath. > And unveiled you see divine life.