Who are they who declare—the divine is formless, without shape? Are we not ourselves one face of God's embodied grace?
All creatures of this earth—are they not also His living forms? Then what do these voices proclaim!
When nature adorns herself in enchanting beauty, then He enters, dwelling within the heart's chamber!
Does the soul not sometimes hear the bewitching flute? Then tell me—why call the embodied form distant?
When dawn breaks and light blooms, the whole world smiles; feel it in your being—He is here, close beside you.
In form or formless—understand Him as you will; seek God not in clamor, but in the deepest silence.