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LEAVES of Morya s garden

to face the universe.

Within a small room, upon a small rug, you have shed

your former skin.

What cannot be laved in the snows of the mountains

and in the warmth of the sun?

The wisdom thus released will inhabit its new skin.

We rejoice at your observation of man's ways,

unmasked, denuded.

As though the curtains of the windows were drawn

aside and the innermost recesses revealed.

And it is easy to offer counsel when reading from

an open book.

You evolve under My Eyes.

Yes, yes, yes!

Your steadfastness strengthens Us.

It is easy to walk along a precipice

when you know of the flying carpet.

Observe everything.

276. Whilst thou wert at the market

A merchant knocked upon our door.

He wished to exchange his necklace for thine.

For thy red stones, he showed us stones of blue fire.

Mother, we knew not which stones were brighter.

The merchant was tall, and raven was his beard.

Why art thou so pensive, Mother?

The merchant meant to deceive us.

Red as blood are thy stones

and brilliant as fire thy necklace.

Why art thou so pensive, Mother?

We will not let him enter again.

But why do thy tears fall?

One of them glistens with a blue flame.

Was he not a sorcerer?

Nor do the hands of children discern the best stones.

Often the red ones are their choice.

277. Amidst the life of everyday, seek the gleam of

Light.

The growing concentration upon the Blessed Forces

will strengthen the consciousness of those who

knock.

Having ridiculed, slandered, and belittled the spirit,

the insignificant ones were stopped by the efforts

of the Stronghold of Good.

The token of eternal life will penetrate even the lowliest

mind.

Dear shopkeepers, what profit to cheat yourselves?

Poor rulers, what good is there in erecting prisons

for yourselves?

Cruel sages, have you no shame in violating your

beliefs?

And you children of the crowd, forget not that the star

that gleams between the houses is not a lamp.

You dive, you fly, and hear.

But where is the pearl of your spirit?

Whither are you going?

You have lost your way and an unfriendly thorn

has pierced your wings.

Dust is harmful to the ears.

I speak as a physician. Yet are My remedies not complex

and My Trumpet will not deafen—

The growth of grass is more audible.

Heart, comprehend it.

Let tears bathe you in your solitude.

278. The blade of grass rejoices in the sunlight.

Can it be that only the human eye turns from the light?

A shield cannot long hide the leper,

Nor can a helmet long conceal an empty head.

Our Call is plainer than a child's request.

Accept the treasure prepared for you.

Just as the muscles hold one's physical strength,

so must the spirit encompass God.

A fool's harvest is always poor.

But Our grain is of the best, and We sell it cheaply.

Can it be that you choose to devour yourselves

through your own ignorance?

I beseech you and also warn you—there will be revelations,

for the veil is being raised.

No spectacles can help, if your eyes are

clouded with dust.

Go, seek a physician!

279. The hand of night preserves the pearl.

The clear eye of day discerns the treasure.

Darkness is not dark for the eye of the eagle.

Each day, bring a new treasure.

By day and by night, manifest the predestined.

I sense that happiness draws near.

280. When we are impelled to fight and destroy evil,

are we not then also as fanatics?

Where is the boundary of Justice?

But those who are trained in the school of harmony

will recognize the mandates of the heart.

Our disciple determines each sword thrust

with his spirit directed to Us.

Our disciples do not hesitate, but smite the enemy's

falsehoods.

Not repose but resourcefulness rules Our warriors.

Their eyes are open, clear.

We summon them to action.

Tell this to those who think that We divert them