If only I could say it, says it all, for speechless am I in the face of that which is the Love of the One Self. How beautiful the glow; how radiant the light; how soothing the smile; how loving the touch of that Silent Heart.

"As a lily will rise out of the mire, so out of the darkness of doubt opened the perfection of the Flower of Light."
 

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