And Alone And Without His

You Are Good When You Strive To Give Of Yourself. Yet You Are Not Evil When You Seek Gain For Yourself. For When You Strive For Gain You Are But A Root That Clings To The Earth And Sucks At Her Breast. Surely The Fruit Cannot Say To The Root, 'be Like Me, Ripe And Full And Ever Giving Of Your Abundance.' For To The Fruit Giving Is A Need As Receiving Is A Need To The Root.

Safeguarding The Rights Of Others Is The Most Noble And Beautiful End Of A Human Being.

Like The Ocean Is Your God-self; It Remains For Ever Undefiled. And Like The Ether It Lifts But The Winged. Even Like The Sun Is Your God-self; It Knows Not The Ways Of The Mole Nor Seeks It The Holes Of The Serpent. But Your God-self Does Not Dwell Alone In Your Being. Much In You Is Still Man, And Much In You Is Not Yet Man, But A Shapeless Pigmy That Walks Asleep In The Mist Searching For Its Own Awakening.

Who Among You Does Not Feel That His Power To Love Is Boundless? And Yet Who Does Not Feel That Very Love, Though Boundless, Encompassed Within The Center Of His Being, And Moving Not From Love Thought To Love Thought, Nor From Love Deeds To Other Love Deeds?

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth./the Archer Sees The Mark Upon The Path Of The Infinite, And He Bends You With His Might That His Arrows May Go Swift And Far.