In the furnace of trials the ore of my life is being purified. The fire of experience melts away all my delusion’s dross. O Divine Artisan, burn away all my impurities; bring out in me the steel of endurance, and hone it to a fine edge by deep calmness. Forge in me, from the tempered steel of mental balance, sharp swords of self‐control and firm tenacity. With the weapon of inner equilibrium, teach me to fight every enemy of distraction.


67. The Caravan of My Prayers Is Moving Toward Thee