Hymn of the Universe: II. Fold Your Wings, My Soul (Live)

Fold your wings, my soul,

Wings you had spread wide to soar to the peaks

where the light is most ardent.

A limpid sound rises amidst the silence.

A trail of pure color drifts through the glass,

A light flows for a moment in the depths of the eyes I love

Three things: a song, a sunbeam, a glance

Took possession of me, and bore me away.

For if this plaint of the air, this tinting of the light,

This communication of a soul were so tenuous and so fleeting

It was only that they might penetrate

the more deeply into my being.

The world itself had invaded my ebbing

and had drawn me back into itself.

The deeper truth is that when the world reveals itself to us it draws us into itself:

It causes us to flow outwards into something.

Belonging to it, everywhere present in it,

and most perfect what is

Bears us away.

Fold your wings, my soul,

Wings you had spread wide to soar to the peaks where the light is most ardent:

It is for you simply to await the descent of the Fire.