Swiftly I shrivel at the thought of God
At Nature and her wonders, Space, Time & Death
Then I turn to Thee, O Actual Me,
Lo ! Thou gently mastereth the orbs,
Thou matest with Time, smilest content with Death
And fillest swellest the vastnesses of Space !
The great poet Melpathur also wrote about the Absolute Self thus
In reality I am Thyself
For me there is no binding
By Nature’s triune attributes
Nor Salvation; as Nescience
It is that binds the Absolute Self !
The Individual Soul Thou art, all Thou art,
Thou art the Intelligence visible, Nature,
There is nothing in this visible Universe
Which is different from Thee !