Father, swimming in the sea of my craving for Thee, I find myself beaten by the winds of severe trials. Floating on cresting waves of pleasure and pain, then sinking down into the depths of indifference, I still keep looking for Thy shoreless shore. With every stroke of my powerful prayer I move nearer to Thee. Never shall I give up! Thou Thyself, I know, dost look for my coming.


159. Demand to Be Fed with the Cosmic Rays