I turned my sight unto myself
and found You
standing within me.
How long I pursued your fragrance --
sweet Joseph of my heart! --
only to find: I was that bouquet.
Should a masterpiece ask of itself,
"Where is Mastery? Where is Art?"
Behold: they stand within thee!
Man is the Supreme Talisman.
If he hath not known himself
how can he know Thee?
He seeks Music: he is an instrument!
He prays for Light: he is a lamp!
Fruitless, he labors tirelessly,
straining every muscle
to know the meaning of Effort --
and still he does not know...
Ponder a moment this thought:
How can a man know completion
if what he seeks is "the Sought"?
