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By using the pronoun "He," God appears mysterious and nebulous. As the realisation gradually dawns upon us that it is God who has passed so near, the flowers beneath His Feet opening in adoration at His Touch, we cannot help but be struck by the fact that it is we, and not the poet, who have answered the poem's opening question. In that swift onrush of recognition, something of the magic of a direct encounter with God is imparted to us, for although the personal aspect of God is reduced to a minimum, we seem to catch the fragrance of His presence.

In other poems of this kind, it is again our discovery, beyond the borders of the poem, that proves to be the poet's aim and for this reason the poems seem to be pregnant with secret expectation:

Whose beautiful Eye at every moment
Sends me a thrill of delight?
Is it You who have given me
The infinite Love of Your inner Light?
I do not know who I am.
You and I secretly meet
And exchange our hearts' divine ideas and ideals,
Visions and mission,
Nobody else knows save and except we two.[48]

Poems such as this-tenuous, full of nuance and of perceptions we can scarcely define-exploit a subtle confusion between the human and the Divine levels of experience. In the poem below, to take a further example, the figure of God acts and moves in a manner suggestive of an ordinary human being. The only proof of our conviction that this is indeed God is the feeling we carry in our hearts:

Who has come into my broken home
    on this dark night
With a lamp in his hand?
0, I know not.
Don't you know that this place is only
     a forest of thorns?
What kind of temptation-life
Have you created for me?
With what hope have you come to me?
What have You received from my heart-room?[49]