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LEAVES of Morya s garden

of the spirit.

Its strength is inexhaustible.

A word is but a minute part.

As the whirlwind is but the visible sign of turbulence,

As the snow is but the messenger of the cold,

As the lightning is but the eye of the storm,

So is the word as a grain of dust blown by the impact

of a creative thought.

The source of thought shines into the eyes of those

who see.

And the chord of tension resounds

into the sensitive ear.

And I, too, terrified, was overwhelmed at my nothingness.

But the Creator's Greatness makes equal the grain of sand

and the mountain.

Understanding of the Beginning and of the Eternal fills

each heart.

But be ready, and grant it entrance.

Leaves grow each day, but flowers have their seasons.

270. The falcon in flight droops not its wings.

A deer leaping the abyss lingers not.

Nor shall those who are to come at the appointed time

tarry.

Not on flood tide nor on ebb tide, but on the golden

stream of the Cosmos, is borne the boat.

Spread are the sails and destined is the shore.

My Shield glows in your hands, and upon your shoulders

shine the rays of achievement.

I will strengthen My Light and wing your feet.

O thou who art lengthening my path, I will

find the lightning and upon it will

I

traverse the abyss!

I will enwrap myself in the whirlwind and

leap upon the height!

Where is the dust of my path?

Where is the ravaging heat?

Where is the torrent of rain that concealed

the ascent?

My feet are firm and Your Ring is safe upon

my hand.

Behold, O Lord, my falcon is approaching

me!

I am sustaining thee—I am sending a

shower of Care.

My Care is thy joy.

271. I promise the growth of consciousness.

It comes gradually, unnoticed, like the growth of grass.

First let us affirm disdain for unneeded food.

Just as the fallen fruit is collected in a basket and carried

away, so are outgrown thoughts also discarded.

So, your sense of human imperfection has ever existed,

but this fruit is also fallen.

At the gates of the New World the crowds gather.

Yet they perceive not the portals.

But easy are the steps of the spirit.

By a single wish can worldly things be seen

as they are.

Blessed are you who aspire to Beauty.

272. All the forces of the Cosmos should be consecrated

to the blossoming of the spirit.

Fatigue forces renewal of the organism.

Awareness of one's goal gives significance to each

manifestation of the spirit.

All winds serve the miller to produce a better flour.

To learn all the outpourings of nature's manifestations

and to realize them as Beauty, means to accord

wings to mankind.

A key is needed to unlock a prison cell,

But wings alone can transport you to the light.

Every key implies a locked cell.

But the time approaches when mankind will abhor keys.

273. Chance does not exist.

I must strengthen your knowledge of the powers of

spirit.

After the great waves we reach the billows of people's

thoughts, and even those of plants.

Thereafter the attuned ear merges into the ocean of

Cosmic Harmony.

Fatigue of the body results from your striving for

achievement.

The achievement is there. It grows with experience,

like an immersed crystal.

We watch Our swimmers with solicitude; should a

salty wave flow into your ear, be not afraid—We

are with you.

274. Stretch your arm across the abyss.

Above the abyss there is no fear.

More abhorrent to the spirit are the confines of room

and rug.

Direct your spiritual quest toward Us.

You perceive not the clouds as We do.

Striving creates miracles—but let Us be the Judges.

275. What was a fragrance will become a stench.

The former song will become the noise of the wheel.

The former shield will turn into an oven door.