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longing becomes the way.
God is summoning us at every moment
but because the strings of our heart are slack
we don't echo His call.
If our eyes are closed then even if the sun is at
the door we will be in darkness;
and the sun is always at the door -- we only have
to open our eyes and let it in, that's all!
May God give you light, that's my wish.
My love and I are always with you.
Regards to the family and love to the children.
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Love.
I have your letter.
The wheel of the world keeps spinning
but why spin with it?
See what is behind body and mind;
that has never moved,
is not moving,
can never move,
and thou art that, tat twam asi.
Waves lie on the surface of this ocean
but in its depths -- what is THERE?
When the waves are taken for the ocean
it is a terrible mistake.
Look at the wheel of a bullock cart:
the wheel turns because the axle does not;
so remember your own axle,
standing, sitting, asleep or awake,
keep it in mind.
By and by, one begins to encounter
the changeless behind all change.
You have asked me about the poem.
I had a little piece read out by someone,
then it came to me: I should hear it from you
yourself!
Now when you read it out to me I shall listen --
and then I can read both you and your poem.
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Love.
I received your letter on my return.
I welcome this birth of determination in you.
Such strength of will alone
takes us to truth.
Our deepest powers are aroused by it,
the unorganized energy becomes organized
and then there is music.
What tremendous energy exists in this atom of self!
But it can't be known without utter intensity of
will.
You must have seen rocks that even the strongest
chisel
cannot break,
and yet the sprouting shrub or plant
slips cracks and crevices through it so easily!
When the tiniest seed is filled with determination
to push through and
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