Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?

That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined. Is it not your breath that has erected and hardened the structure of your bones?

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.

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.

And let to-day embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

He who requires urging to do a noble act will never accomplish it.