17: O Comrades! The Gates That Open On The Placeless Stand Wide

O COMRADES! The gates that open on the Placeless stand wide and the

habitation of the loved one is adorned with the lovers' blood, yet all but

a few remain bereft of this celestial city, and even of these few, none

but the smallest handful hath been found with a pure heart and sanctified


179 A Sifter Of Wheat And Barley # 166 17: O Son Of Man! Be Thou Content With Me And Seek No Other facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail