He came

Vayu of the vast Ether

And seated in the nostril’s dynamic Thought

Breathed sheer luminosity.

He came

And on the wings of infinite calm

Bore sweetness of the joy of All-life

To a country where heart’s flower blooms.

He came

And conquered the knots of the navel

With scimitar of ecstasy’s gaze

Edged like a horned moon.

He came

And the mid-region where the Pig revels

Woke to the absolute sense

Of a subtle and unbounded law of love.

He came

And the last utter obsolescence

Surrendered to the Force

Of his dancing fire.

He came

And in his tranquil and crowning bliss

The Self-Lord of Vital Transformation

Glowed supreme.

“All is food,”-- of the food is the Eternal made,

And rises the hymn like a chant of sacrifice.

Matter’s secrecies laugh revealed to me,

Hidden there I see the gigantic form;

Matter pervades all, the Divine is Matter.

“All is food,” -- of the breath is the Eternal made,

And hence is lotus of the navel the eater.

I hear each cell sonant with a far song,

And the sea of life is my rapture’s throb;

Rich in progeny, rich in radiance, I grow.

“All is food,” -- of ether is the Eternal made,

Therefore does food expand into infinity.

I am the thousand-eyed Lord of the skies,

And in me shine the thoughts of the Innumerable;

I have become plenitude of the one vast Self.

“All is food,” -- of the sun is the Eternal made,

And there unknown thinks the Mind beyond Mind.

I have entered into the two wombs of the Mother,

And the great creative fire is my son;

Everywhere the Truth I gather with my rays.

“All is food,” -- of the bliss is the Eternal made,

Thence was born the first enjoyer of the food.

Horses and elephants and the mighty gods

Are my food of delight even as I loose forth;

Golden-beaked are the swans that bear the honey-food.

“All is food established in the foundation,

The Eternal is the food of the Eternal.”

Above my head, within my heart, below my feet,

Blue pervading blue, the Divine the Divine;

Only the Self of Food in every Name.