Rocked in the cradle of the blue‐colored past, bright‐colored present, and dim, grey‐colored future I, Thy child of eternity, am restless.

I strained ineffectually the feet of my power. At last I succeeded in jumping out from duality’s cradle of delusion. Thou hast caught me in Thy infinite arms to rock me in all space.

I am Thy babe of eternity, safe now in the cradle of Thy omnipresent bosom.


48. May the Niagara of My Joys Inundate All Hearts