The light came through the window Straight from the sun above And so inside my little room There plunged the rays of love
In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see Out of which the nameless makes A name for one like me
I'll try to say a little more Love went on and on Until it reached an open door – Then love itself Love itself was gone
All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance
I'll try to say a little more Love went on and on Until it reached an open door – Then love itself Love itself was gone
Then I came back from where I'd been My room, it looked the same – But there was nothing left between The nameless and the name (Nameless and the name)
All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance
I'll try to say a little more Love went on and on Until it reached an open door – Then love itself Love itself was gone Love itself Love itself was gone
What do you make of the notion that love, like sunlight, can illuminate the unseen aspects of our lives and then, as if through an open door, vanishes leaving us in a state of formless circumstance? Can you share a personal story that reflects a moment in your life when you felt immersed in love or light, only for it to transform or fade away, altering your perception of what was once familiar? What helps you remain present and open to the transformative power of love, especially when it seems to have vanished, leaving you in the mystery of the nameless and the named?