Spirit, fill me:
You who are beyond the shadows,
Above them or below them
I don't know, since above them
The burning eye,
And below them shattered glass.

If you speak will I hear the trembling
Vocable, the utterance
That somewhere in the mind
Brings the glory of thought
And to the thought?

One thought in God, the thought that is beyond
Man, because it reaches to God,
And beyond God, because it reaches man,
Illuminates me: Spirit,
Am I your shadow? Or are you
The shadow of my shadow?