Eternal "I"

THE OLD WISDOM

When the night wind makes the pine trees creak

And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky,

Go out my child, go out and seek Your soul: The Eternal I.

For all the grasses rustling at your feet

And every flaming star that glitters high Above you, 

close up and meet In you: The Eternal I.

Yes, my child, go out into the world; walk slow

And silent, comprehending all, and by and by

Your soul, the Universe, will know Itself: the Eternal I.