The breeze of Thy love wafts through me, O Father. Leaves on my tree of life tremble gently in response to Thy coming. My soul‐blossoms have begun to awaken. The rustling murmur of my thought‐leaves, whispering in the ether, calls to all matter‐weary beings to come rest in the shade of my peace, received from Thee.
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105. Demand for Realizing the Expansion of Consciousness in the Cosmic Sound
