13: O Son Of Spirit! I Created Thee Rich Why Dost Thou Bring Thyself

O SON OF SPIRIT! I created thee rich, why dost thou bring thyself down to

poverty? Noble I made thee, wherewith dost thou abase thyself? Out of the

essence of knowledge I gave thee being, why seekest thou enlightenment

from anyone beside Me? Out of the clay of love I molded thee, how dost

thou busy thyself with another? Turn thy sight unto thyself, that thou

mayest find Me standing within thee, mighty, powerful and self-subsisting.

13: O My Children! I Fear Lest Bereft Of The Melody Of The Dove Of 14 facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail