Of that first, holy darkness that was all
There was before all else,and of that light
Which God called forth to set afoot the play
Of world’s creation, I have had a dream
Here as I lay in earth’s great secret heart
Protected like a sacred mystery.

Yes, I am that I am, a mystery
That pulls and draws for ever, one and all,
Women or men; transmitting from my heart
Quick intimations of an unknown light
That weaves around their hearts a powerful dream,
And all time’s dullness turns into a play

For me the fate of man is but a play
Scripted in chambers of my mystery
That, on the stage, progresses like a dream,
Making the actors and the audience all
The secret sharers of that eerie light
That glows for ever at creation’s heart.

The signals that I send are for the heart
That ever yearns with mysteries to play;
And I put forth for man the play of light
That, though revealed, remains a mystery;
Think of it what you may and, then, see all
Your thought dissolve into a mystic dream.

For most of men and women I’m a dream
That lends a joyous radiance to their heart;
Some treat me like a stone; however, all
In history of time have a role to play-
For them, for ever, a dark mystery,
For me, a coded message from starlight.

From earth’s dark chambers I was brought to light
By skill of man supporting his wild dream;
Old Time is witness to the mystery
Of fulsome passion springing at my heart;
Of crowns and thrones I often make a play,
If only to proclaim that play is all.

I’m called a diamond,and to play and dream
Is what I teach men, from my heart of light,
Where all is silence, all a mystery.