O Wondrous Self!
O Wondrous Self! O Sphere of Light,
O Sphere of Joy most fair;
O Act, O Power infinite;
O Subtle, and unbounded Air!
O Living Orb of Sight!
Thou which within me art, yet Me! Thou Ey,
And Temple of his Whole Infinitie!
O what a World art Thou! a World within!
All Things appear,
All Objects are
Alive in thee! Supersubstancial, Rare,
Abov them selvs, and nigh of Kin
To those pure Things we find In his Great Mind
Who made the World! tho now Ecclypsed by Sin.
There they are Useful and Divine,
Exalted there they ought to Shine.
~ From: My Spirit, by Thomas Traherne
Categories: Poetry, Seeing, Self-inquiry