47. Rock Me in the Cradle of All Space
Rocked in the cradle of the blue-colored past, bright-colored present, and grey-colored, dim future, I, Thy child of eternity, am restless.
I strained the feet of my power ineffectually, but at last I managed to jump from the cradle of duality’s delusion. Thou didst catch me in Thine infinite arms and rock me in all space.
I am Thy babe of eternity, safe in the cradle of Thine omnipresent bosom.