Just as a seed becomes a tree,
with branches, leaves, flowers and fruit,
so within Her own being,
Chiti becomes animals, birds, germs, insects,
gods, demons, men and women.
I could see this radiance of Consciousness,
resplendent and utterly beautiful,
silently pulsating as supreme ecstasy within me,
outside me, above me, below me.
__Swami Muktananda
