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"Is it so? You are the very one I have been searching for. I will create a temple out of you. From your interiority I will carve a statue of light." Dumbfounded. The ray cuddled me in her deep love.
When the ray of light showered on me, I said, "I am as hard as diamond, a stone eternal."
You also say this to me, "No, you cannot change us, we are stone, very ancient, we have taken a vow not to be transformed."
But I say unto you:
The ray said, "Is it so? You are the very one I have been searching for. I will create a temple out of you. From your interiority I will carve a statue of light." Dumbfounded. The ray cuddled me in her deep love.
These orange clothes are only an indication of my love -- of your love towards me, of my love towards you. This is a love tie.
The last question:
Question 6
O SWEET BELOVED, ACCEPT MY GRATITUDE. GIVE THESE TEARS THEIR DESTINATION. YOU HAVE FILLED THIS BEGGING BOWL, BUT STILL I AM AS EMPTY AS EVER, BLANK UNWRITTEN. OH SWEET BELOVED -- OUR FRIEND -- THIS HEAD, LIKE THE FRUIT FOR OFFERING, IS AT YOUR FEET.
Jaya has asked.
Jaya has been close to me for many years. She has a heart exactly like that of Meera. In her heart a song just like Meera's is waiting. In her heart a dance just like Meera's is hidden. When it appears, she will manifest her greatness, then another Meera will appear: an awaiting for the right moment, any time the ray of light will descend and chase away the darkness. And she is courageous -- this is why a prediction can be made that it will happen.
But is it not this very mist the ongoing gift in which your cloudlike compassion is showering day and night. Once in a while a shadow glanced. The ultimate language. Possible name. Abode of compassion. This seed mantra, this basic thread, this the only measure of depth, this our grateful bowing down. How deep is thy mist covered cistern -- how tiny are our hands.
Facing the divine our hands always appear small! The cup of our palms is so small.
How deep is thy mist covered cistern -- how tiny are our hands.
Whoever has love in their heart, always feels how small his hands are.
Jaya
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