Teach me to descend as rain drops on thirsty soul-flowers, showering them with Thy nectar‐name. Teach me to dream with the poppy petals dreams of Thy golden light and inner peace. O Divine Breath, blow with me as the little breath in all men, and as the vast breath of all living things.
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127. Whether Dead or Living, I Am Held in Thine Immortal Arms
