I will use my creative thinking ability to gain success in every worth-while project that I undertake

Let Thy banner of peace wave always above the strong castle of my soul.

Stranded in the Snow

Why is one saved from suicide? In his heart of hearts, he was a good man driving a red truck, and his true colors came out (although reluctantly at first) even in his darkest hour. By saving us, he saved himself.

During dark nights of misfortune, I find it even sweeter, now, to offer Thee the flowers of my appreciation for being always there, protecting me.

O mighty, mystic Judge of Life, I asked Thee in my hall of soul-stillness: “What is sin?” Thy whispers of silence, dim at first, grew into bright articulations of thought; I heard and understood Thy meaning. “Sin is a rebel-king.”

Bless me, that my sacred, wise thoughts, following this star of knowledge, lead me to the Christ in everything

Thy fragrance has quenched at last the perfume-thirst of my soul.

Those whose hearts are breaking with sadness and despair: dry their scalding teardrops with Thy invisible hand.

Oh, my little, vain ego may strut proudly, saying: “Behold my glory! Worship me!” But I will look through its transparent form and behold Thine unimaginable beauty clothed in the subtle form of the whole universe!

Give us our daily bread: food, health, and prosperity for the body; efficiency for the mind; and, above all, Thy wisdom and love for our souls. Teach us to deliver ourselves, with Thy help, from the meshes of ignorance which we have woven through our own carelessness.

At last the cloud of silence within me, holding Thee remote, burst, and the rising waters of Thy Spirit broke the narrow boundaries of my soul, baptizing me in Thine expanding waters of infinity.

I feel Thy joy in all things! Make me a lighthouse of joy also, guiding storm-tossed vessels of life to safety on the shores of Thy joy.

Suddenly I beheld myself in rags. Seated on the hard stones of poverty I wept, and my teardrops fell on the unheeding, unrelenting stones of my present circumstances.

I do not want to lose myself. Thy tiny dewdrop craves only, by merging in Thee, to feel that I am one with all the other drops in Thy ocean.

I am aware that this turbulent dancing show is only a vast illusion. I am happy to have acted both tragic and comic parts. Still, Father, give me now and then a few days of respite from my task!

I have burnt my past, destroying every seed of evil destiny. I am the Eternal NOW, having torn to shreds my enclosing cocoon of ignorance with the sharp knife of free will.

I beheld Thy bliss-face emerge from the dark shadows of my ignorance, where it had been hidden for long aeons by my indifference. And, seeing Thy smiling joy, I know that my own happiness mirrored Thy blessed image.

I take this sacred vow: Never will I lower my love’s gaze below the eyebrow-horizon of my constant thoughts of Thee! Never will I turn my uplifted inner sight away from Thee!

No more will I remain moving through the sea of cosmic consciousness — night and day, years, decades, and how many incarnations!—so close, yet never able to contact Thy sea.

My lot is small, and my life’s season is short, yet now I would produce a mighty harvest. I will expand my kingdom of will power. To do so, I must conquer new states of consciousness, enlarge my achievements, and outgrow, in consciousness, every limiting horizon.