What is the nature of this
mysterious mystic illumination?
What is the form which it usually
assumes in the consciousness of the self?
It appears to them as a kind of radiance,
a flooding of the personality with new light.
Over and over they return to light-imagery.
It is an actual and overpowering
consciousness of radiant light,
ineffable in its splendour.
There is indeed an actual light,
rare and indescribable
lighting the very light.
(A torrent of graces - Painting by Elizabeth Wang Copyright Radiant Light 2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem