The gulf of ages lay between Thee and me, widening as the waters of my oblivion of Thee grew through centuries.

I stand on this rocky shore of matter, gazing out over the gulf, hoping to see, beyond, Thy smooth shores of peace. My inner thought‐architects will build for me a bridge of constant remembrance of Thee. The strong, mental girders of self‐control, now, are being riveted together.

My dreams of Thee gather to make a rainbow‐bridge of Self‐realization over which, very soon, I will reach Thy shore.


56. Make Me Silent, That I May Eloquently Converse with Thee