The Meditation on Tzaddi 

Thinkest thou, O seeker for wisdom that thou bringest thyself into the Light by thine own search? 
Not so. I am the Hook, cast into the waters of darkness to bring men from their depths into the sphere of true perception. 
Entering that sphere, they must die to their old selves, even as a fish cast upon the land must die. 
Yet do they die only to live again, and what before seemed life to them now weareth the aspect of death. 
Men think they seek me, but it is I who seek them. No other seeker is there than myself, and when I find mine own the pain of questing is at an end. 
The fish graspeth the hook, thinking to find food. 
But the fisherman is the enjoyer of the meal. 
Understand this saying if thou canst: 
The Hook and the Gate and the Right Hand am I. 
Into the Life of Truth. I am the gate through which they pass. 
I am the hand extended to guide them through the portal. 
And I am the Window. 
Looking out upon the world, and inward upon my Self. 
The passage from the death and darkness of the Outer 
Into the life and light of the Inner 
Is but the turning of the eye of the soul from the contemplations of 
Appearance to the vision of reality. 
I am the balance between Victory and Foundation. 
That balance I preserve by ceaseless meditation upon mine own nature, only because I never forget myself 
Doth the creation continue. 
The seeds of existence spring from my self-contemplation. 
That self-contemplation is a great silence, for not by noise and 
Tumult is my work perfected. 
Herein is the secret of the pillar of establishment 
Which Solomon set before the porch of the Temple; 
And this is the royal secret of my reign.