Lesbian Poetry

The Sole Refuge

His wish unrolls the scroll of space,
at his bidding skies and heavens race,
He is One and only One,
the author of grand illusion.

By Him we hear,
by Him we think,
by Him we see,
by Him we feel.

He is the object of hearing,
He is the object of thought,
He is the object of sight,
He is the object of feeling.

He is the ear,
He is the mind,
He is the eyes,
He is the heart.

By knowing Him nothing remains to be known,
by seeing Him nothing remains to be seen,
by thinking Him nothing remains to be thought,
He is the Power supreme beyond all attributes.

To Him is this Hymn,
the Sole Refuge,
the Goal of every prayer,
the God of every worship.