“You are God,
all creatures are your servants and
all adore You.
Your Glory is not diminished in any way,
should they adore others than You,
because their aim is entirely,
to come nearer to You,
but they are blind.
It is towards the Royal route that they direct themselves,
but they have strayed from the right road.
One has fallen into an abyss of destruction,
the other into a pit of despair.
They believed that they have reached their desired aim,
but they have laboured in vain.
Your true servants are those travellers who,
marching on the right road,
turn neither to the right nor to the left,
until they enter into the court of the palace of the King.”
“You are God,
who, by Your Divinity,
supports all the Things formed and
sustains all the existences
by Your unity.
You are God,
there is no distinction
between Your Divinity,
Your Unity,
Your Eternity,
and Your Existence—
because all is only one mystery, and,
although the names may be distinct,
all have only one meaning.”
“You are Wise.
Wisdom which is the fountain of life,
flows out from You,
compared with Your Wisdom,
all the knowledge of mankind is foolishness.
You are Wise,
being from all eternity,
Wisdom was always nourished by You.
You are Wise,
You have not acquired Your Wisdom from another than Yourself.
You are Wise,
from Your Wisdom You have made a determining Will,
as the workman or artist does,
to draw the Existence from the No-Thing,
as the light which goes out of the eye extends itself.
You draw from the Source of Light
without the impression of any seal, i.e., form,
and You made all without any instrument.”
Yours is the Might,
in the mystery of which
our contemplations
are too feeble to stay.
Yours is the hidden Name,
from the habitations of Wisdom.
Yours is the Existence,
from the shadow of the light
from which all existence came.
You are One,
and the mystery of Your Unity confounds the wise in heart,
for they do not know what it is.
You are the Living One,
and he who reaches to Your mystery,
finds eternal delight.
He eats and lives forever.
He illustrates the work of creation by the simile of “the extension of light which proceeds from the eye”; and he says:
The exalted Name
which Is girded with Might,
is One in all Its forces,
like a flame of fire in Its various appearances,
like the light of the eye,
proceeding from the blackness of the eye,
one emanating from the other,
like smell from smell, light from light.