The light came through the window,
  Straight from the sun above,
  And so inside my little room
  There plunged the rays of Love.
  
  In streams of light I clearly saw
  The dust you seldom see,
  Out of which the Nameless makes
  A Name for one like me.
  
  I’ll try to say a little more:
  Love went on and on
  Until it reached an open door –
  Then Love Itself
  Love Itself was gone.
  
  All busy in the sunlight
  The flecks did float and dance,
  And I was tumbled up with them
  In formless circumstance.
  
  I’ll try to say a little more:
  Love went on and on
  Until it reached an open door –
  Then Love Itself
  Love Itself was gone.
  
  Then I came back from where I’d been.
  My room, it looked the same –
  But there was nothing left between
  The Nameless and the Name.
  
  All busy in the sunlight
  The flecks did float and dance,
  And I was tumbled up with them
  In formless circumstance.
  
  I’ll try to say a little more:
  Love went on and on
  Until it reached an open door –
  Then Love itself,
  Love Itself was gone.
  Love Itself was gone.