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How beautiful are the feet of the morning seeking to walk into the day. Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee.1
The tenderness of spiritual reality is guarded by the heart, and the arhat in nobleness sees himself as a repository of God's good. He would not keep this good from his fellowmen, nor would he keep himself from them. When he withdraws into the boat or the high mountain place, it is that he might come again unto his brothers, carrying a more bountiful basket. Yet, there is not pride in his going or in his coming, but only understanding that sees eternal values ever mounting, leaving behind the stragglers. These have formed themselves into loose-knit bands of inferior standards, and their games have often pierced the heart of virtue.
Now, at a time when the world wanders in a dizzy whirl, the wisdom of far-off stars is invoked, and the heavenly hierarchies are called upon by embodied men. We read, "Then began men to call upon the name of the Lord."2 The holy ingredient of the divine image dominates the fabric of the divine seed and creates the tendencies for the unfoldment of his beauty.
And what shall we say of the hunger that dictates speed? Shall men sit in darkness and deny the light? Some say, "The dawn will come," but man's sense of time is often strange; and at that darkest hour before the dawn comes, some are discouraged and fall asleep to wake no more.
To many life is only a fable because its realities have never been sensed; in hopelessness and despair men have embraced the dust only to see it crumble and to be blown they know not where. Life is not emptiness but fullness; but if the fullness be misqualified, it may be a fullness of emptiness. And so I ask all to turn within to the radiant sun of divine reality.
We speak of centers: the center of the heart, the center of the mind, the central eye of light, the capitals of music, of art, of drama, and of the high culture of the temple. We speak of sun capitals and of star capitals and of cosmic citadels. But, from the least unto the greatest, there is always one quality that responds and evokes response. Call him Father, Mother, God, Eternal Presence, or Infinite Being, he would convey only the best gifts to his children. Except ye become as a little child, ye cannot enter in.3
In flinging away from the heart the cares that so momentously deprive one of reality, the sheltering arms of nature are perceived. His beauty and compassion are an outshining. Within the root is sap, in the green leaf is photosynthesis; there softly diffused light glows. In your spirits that inhabit your bodies there is stamped the memory of him. And all the while that this beauty remains, as if crucified and pierced with many a thorn, there is the hope that leaps in consciousness, as a flame in a solar world or in the heart, and speaks his name.
Darkness flees, chaos becomes order, purpose is born: love engulfs life. Selfhood is bestowed, and Christ is perceived as the healer of nations and of men. With little toys we play no more. We become men. Once again the kyrie eleison is heard from universal power ranges. Angels are not figments of men's imagination, adorning figurines in the marts of commerce. They are communicants of the higher ideals.
Life as Surya loves is life as God loves. Life as you love is life as God loves. In our sun-harmony, in our sun-perfection, we communicate upon the cosmic lute the love notes that are the architects of peace and harmony. Men grasp a fragment of reality overlaid with dust. Through their own carelessness they fail to wipe away the dust and see the beauty there. They cast it aside, and a fragment of God is rejected.
Our words are so tender, they are so vital, they are so necessary. Each Pearl of Wisdom has its special message from the heart of hierarchy; but, unless hardness of heart - as greedy hands that would open the envelopes so swiftly to receive self-good - is changed to folded hands of love, invoking for self and neighbor the presence of gratitude, of orderly change, of Christine beauty and the upholding of our banner of light, great shall be the delay to a hungry world waiting for the sunrise of peace, industry, and perfection in the golden age.
Oh, majestic hearts, respond to divine love! Heal the world by first healing your own world. Cleanse the world conscience by cleansing your own consciousness. Perceive that man must work in two worlds - his own within and that without. For "my Father worketh hitherto, and I work."4
Devotedly, in the name of the living Christ, I remain