ART OF GOD

The Creator is perfect,
He possesses perfect power.
The perfect universe derives life
From the perfect Creator.
Let us comprehend this perfect power
That bestows life on all beings.

Atharva Veda

The trees of the wood are my next of kins,
And the rocks alive with what beats in me;
The clay is my flesh, and the fox my skin,
I am fierce with gadfly and sweet with the bee,
The flower is naught but the bloom of my love,
And the waters run down in the tune i dream.
The sun is my flower hung up above,
I flash with the lightning, with falcon’s scream,
I cannot die though forever death
Weaves back and forth in the warp of Me.
I was never born yet my births of breath
Are as many as waves on the sleepless Sea.
My breath doth make the flowers fragrant,
My eye beams cause the Sun’s bright light,
The sunset mirrors my cheek’s rose blushes
My aching love holds stars so tight
Sweet streams and rivers my veins and arteries.
My beauteous hair the fresh green trees.
With giant strength! My bones are mountains,
O, joy! the fairy world my bride,
Nay, talk no difference, wonder of wonders,
Myself the bridegroom, I the bride.

Swami Ram Tirtha