FAR AS I GAZE at the depth of Thy immensity I find no trace there of sorrow or death or separation. Death assumes its aspect of terror and sorrow its pain only when, away from Thee, I turn my face towards my own dark self. Thou All Perfect, everything abides at Thy feet for all time. The fear of loss only clings to me with its ceaseless grief, but the shame of my penury and my life's burden vanish in a moment when I feel Thy presence in the centre of my being.
POWER SAID to the world, 'You are mine.' The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, 'I am thine.' The world gave it the freedom of her house.