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In the early morning
I worship him who is beyond all thought and speech,
Yet by whose grace all speech is uttered
I worship him of whom the
Scriptures say
That he shall not be limited by words
I worship him whom
ancient sages name
The God of gods,
Him the unborn,
Him the perfect,
Him the source of all
In the early morning
I bow to him who dwelleth
beyond darkness,
Who shineth as the sun:
I worship him who is perfection,
Him, entitled anciently the Wholly Good:
In him,
We, peering through this
veil of darkness,
Imagine that we see the universe brought forth,
Even as,
in darkness,
Men think a rope a snake.
(Source: Gandhi- The Writer by Bhabani Bhattacharya)
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