O Transubstantial Light! Thou art unseen, imperceptible, whether in warm rays of the sun or in cool moonbeams. The skyey lamps disclose only Dame Nature, not Thee.
The world of matter revealed by the gross luminaries is but darkness to me. Train my vision to see Thy hidden effulgence, transfiguring the whole of creation.
When I sit with eyes closed, enveloped in self-created shadows, cause Thou to blaze upon me in splendor the aurora of intuition. With worshiping gaze may I watch Thee in Thy ritual dance of cosmic activities.
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