There is a light in you which cannot die; whose presence is so holy that the world is sanctified because of you.

All things that live bring gifts to you, and offer them in gratitude and gladness at your feet.

The scent of flowers is their gift to you.

The waves bow down before you, and the trees extend their arms to shield you from the heat, and lay their leaves before you on the ground that you may walk in softness, while the wind sinks to a whisper round your holy head.

The light in you is what the universe longs to behold. All living things are still before you, for they recognize

 Who walks with you. The light you carry is their own.

And thus they see in you their holiness, saluting you as savior and as God. Accept their reverence, for it is due to Holiness Itself,

Which walks with you, transforming in Its gentle Light all things unto Its likeness and Its purity.