If thou art weary of thy eternal struggle, lay down thy instruments of resistance and rejoice in the now! Thy Soul has ever been in perfect harmony with thy Spirit but thy mind was ever at war with its SELF - trying to reason about the unreasonable, struggling to climb over the unsurmountable, wishing for the unattainable and yet, without the presence of them all, thy mind could not exist!

Thy great flame of life needs only to be fanned into the glow of WISDOM - thy skillful instrument of love.

Mind is the wand of power directed by discrimination: crystallized, becomes that one who neither sees nor hears the great silence because of the clanging brass of his own egotism. Sound creates form after the pattern of thy thoughts - If thy thoughts be pure, and thy mind clean, then the harmony of thy will brings forth its symphonies, but if thy ever changing thoughts be tinctured with wasted energy, then thy reservoir will empty and thy Temple crumble with thy declining years. For energy precipitates when crystallized and running streams are dammed when congested with its silt. Thus fixed becomes thy pattern but without distinctive pictures from which thy creations can be formed.

When thy life seems marred by noise, and motions become emotions; when thy nerves twang as do the strings of thy lute, when played off key; cease thy struggle and calm thy mind, life comes from nowhere and never doth it go, since it always has and always will be. Thou need only to remember and At-One Thyself by passing through thy mind into thy soul and spirit, where life moves so fast it would appear as still - Still as the stars and silent as the night.

Once again thy mind will tell thee that thou hast become a little child and entered the gate of peace for which thy soul hath waited long, and thy anxiety now must cease! Peace be to thee, thou ENERGY of light, brought forth to manifest thy God, tho brotherhood of Man -

"OH, THOU MOST HOLY ONE"

O Mighty "I AM” Presence O Thou Most Holy One,

Help me to be Thy Perfect Self In Thee my work be done.

O help me always on my way To keep Thy Wisdom pure,

To climb the mighty hills today The crags and cliffs endure.

See to it, Blessed Self of me That I no longer stray;

That I climb forward, One with Thee,

Bound with Thy love to stay.

I cannot live without Thee, God,

I cannot work alone;

I cannot come into Thy Light Until we two are one.

Therefore, submerge me with Thy Mighty Light This intellect reclaim,

And never let me from Thy sight Because we are the same.

- Ruth B. Drown.