Leave this
chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost
thou worship
in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all
shut? Open
thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee!
He is there
where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where
the
pathmaker is breaking stones. He is with them in sun and in
shower, and
his garment is covered with dust. Put of thy holy mantle
and even
like him come down on the dusty soil!
Deliverance?
Where is this deliverance to be found? Our master
himself has
joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation; he is
bound with
us all for ever.
Come out of
thy meditations and le
ave aside thy flowers and
ave aside thy flowers and
incense!
What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and
stained? Meet him and stand by
him in toil and in sweat of thy brow
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