Life that is beauty in the golden cuts,
Life that is same in the palace and huts,
Life that is music in a river or fall,
Life that is common in taller and small,
Life that shines in the moon and stars,
Life that not yet seen in Venus or Mars,
Life that is walking in the dim milky ways,
Life that is warming in the bright sun rays,
Life that is soul of the semi blue ball,
Life that is cool in the white snow fall,
Life that is hot in the warm streams,
Life that is honey in a maiden dream,
Life that for dryness of ethics is a cream,
Life that is made for nothing but love,
Life that not ends in a thing but love!
When a holy mother saw her handsome child,
Even hard stones turned soft and mild.
She saw all lives centralized and singular,
She saw her child as a truth triangular,
She saw all the forms of beauty in one,
At that moment all ugliness was undone.