In a place open to the sky, facing west at the hour of sunset or east at sunrise, I pray that the Cosmos be flung open to me and that all nature may receive the sound psalms. Open, great earth, and trees, silence your waving boughs, for I am about to sing the praise of the One and All. Justice, praise the just through me. Goodness, praise the good through me. Truth, praise the true through me. Selfness, praise the All through me. It is your words that through me sing your praises-- for all comes from you and all returns to you. Accept these pure offerings of speech from a heart and soul uplifted. You of whom no words can tell, no tongue can speak, and only silence can declare. I thank you with a brimming heart, for it is only by your grace that I see your Light and come to know you. I thank you whose name no man knows. You whom we honour with the title Atum because you are our master. You whom we call Father, because you have shown in all your acts towards us the loving kindness and warm affection that a father feels. No--your love is greater than a fathers love, for you have given us the gifts of Mind and speech and Knowledge. Mind, so that we may approach you. Speech, that we may call to you. Knowledge, so that we may experience you-- finding our salvation in your Light and becoming filled with bliss. We can thank you only by learning to know your greatness. I have learnt to know you. You--the most brightly blazing Light of Mind. I have learnt to know you. You--the true Life of humankind. I have learnt to know you. You--the prolific all-womb which impregnates itself. I have learnt to know you. You--the eternal constancy which stands unmoved, and causes the whole universe to revolve. Who can speak about you? Who can speak to you? Where shall I look to praise you-- upwards or downwards? For you are space in which all things are contained. There is no place but you. All is in you. What offering can I bring you? For you are all things. You give everything and receive nothing. There is nothing that you lack. For what shall I praise you? For the things you manifest, or the thing you conceal? How shall I sing to you? Am I my own? Have I anything which is mine? Am I other than you? You are all that I am. You are all that I do. You are all that I say. You are all that happens. You are all that has not occurred. You are Mind in your thinking. You are Father in your creating. You are Atum who does everything. You are Primal Goodness everywhere. You have revealed your Being, and I am overcome. While I am still in the body, you have made me a god by the gift of your eternal Life, and I am filled with joy. With these words of praise I adore you who alone are Goodness. I make no prayer but this-- that by your will, I be kept always still knowing and loving you, and that I never fall away from this blessed life. Father, you have filled me with this good and beautiful vision. My minds eye is almost blinded with splendor, more penetrating than visible light, yet so full of immortal Life, that is does not hurt or harm me. By your mercy, a form has been fashioned within me which is not made of matter and I have entered into an immortal body. I have been born again in Mind and the bodily shape I had before has left me. I am no longer an object-- tangible, coloured, with spatial dimensions. I am alien to all that is seen with bodily eyesight. To such eyes, I am no longer visible. I am your instrument. Mind is your plectrum, and your wisdom plucks music from me. I sing a song of my soul, for your love has reached me. You have made me a new being, and I no longer see with bodily eyes but witness with Mind. When a man is born again he is not a body of three dimensions. He is all Mind. I perceive myself to be the All. I am in heaven and earth. I am in water and air. I am in beasts and plants. I am a new-born babe. I am still in the womb. I am yet to be conceived. I am the presence which is present everywhere. I see incredible depths. How can I describe this vision? With my mind I see Mind. I know the One that wakes me from forgetfulness. I see my soul. I am afraid to speak. I have found the source of the power of all powers that has no beginning. I see a fountain bubbling with Life. I am Mind! I have seen! I have found that which I seek. I know peace in your purpose. By your will, I am born again. Language is inadequate. The gods sing a hymn of silence, and I am silently singing. htp
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