Into the temple of peace come Thou, O God of joy! Into the shrine of my devotion, come!

O Bliss‐God! Sanctify the sanctuary of my goodness by Thy presence.

O mighty Allah, hover above Thy solitary minaret of waiting expectations. Lo! the mosque of my mind exudes the frankincense of perfect stillness.

Come, Lord! I am listening for the silent tread of Thy footsteps. In the temple of my self‐unfoldment I await Thy coming.

Into the invisible temple of my prayer, built of shining, crystal blocks of devotion, come Thou daily and receive the humble offerings of my heart, renewed constantly by love.


38. The Bee of My Mind Loves to Drink from the Blue Lotus of Thy Feet