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 TO 
 
 E. L O'l. AE2E 
 
 OF NOBLE AND KNIGHTLY LINEAGE 
 
 MY FRIEND 
 
 AND 
 
 my work ' vision's friend 
 Whose kindness has given the truth 
 
 OF this book 
 
 A FACE THROUGH WHICH 
 
 TO SMILE UPON ITS 
 
 FRIENDS. 
 
 IC1.A343468 
 
For the help of others and the help of myself, 
 these affirmations were written. 
 
 They are visioned in the truth that in God we 
 live and move and have cTur being; that we are born 
 ni the image and likeness of the Father and Mother 
 Infinite, who, nameless, declares, I AM. 
 
 We, born of this Nameless One, and ourselves 
 ;ameless, can in the deep truth of our childhood say, 
 i am; and, when we are in the consciousness of this 
 ■)eing-truth of us, we can, in the world of the num- 
 ered and the named, radiate, transform and wis- 
 'om, so that we live a full, harmonious, joyous, suc- 
 essful life. 
 
 Outwardly, in the quiet of tropical mountains and 
 
 1 the din of tumultuous cities, these words have been 
 
 /ritten. Inwardly, they have been written in the 
 
 isioning of the truth, that Divine Love is the origin 
 
 and end of each thing, each one; that in the finished 
 
 work of that Divine Love the ways of God to man 
 
 are justified. 
 
 Beyond what they say is the truth of you, — the 
 God-meant-you, — whose glory, nor eye has seen, nor 
 ear heard, nor mind conceived, nor words said; yet 
 the imperfect of these words may help you on the 
 way home to yourself, in which being-home of you. 
 God is the glory and the peace. 
 
Foreword 
 
 Their help will be helped, if you read them aloud 
 with your voice vibrant in earnestness; there being 
 in the spoken word some power creative beyond what 
 the silent thinking may realize. 
 
 If you read them with mind eager for truth, with 
 heart earnest for love, with soul athirst for its eternity, 
 or with heart and with flesh crying out for the living 
 God, you will read clear through them into the con- 
 sciousness of your own beinghood, forgetting them as 
 they pass in your light, as clouds are forgotten in 
 the glory of the sun. 
 
 It is not a book, consecutive, to be read through, 
 passing from your thoughts, or but dimly abiding in 
 your memory. It is a book for daily use, the one 
 affirmation at a time, as your need may be, as your 
 yearning may ask. 
 
 If this book helps you some little way into the glory 
 of you and the glory of God eternalizing together in 
 the white blaze of Being, its printing will have been 
 more than worth while. 
 
 When you are in the consciousness of the truth, 
 that the beauty of you and the Beauty of God, rap- 
 turing together, make the Beauty of the Everlasting 
 Holiness, you will, then, as inevitably as the musical 
 heart of a mocking bird sings, transform this outer 
 of you and your life, until it shine in that Beauty 
 of Holiness, even as what time He was transfigured, 
 shone the dust-stained garment of the Christ in a 
 brightness above the brightness of noons. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 I Am 3 
 
 I Am Joy 6 
 
 I Am Love 10 
 
 I Am Truth 13 
 
 I Am Wisdom 16 
 
 I Am Peace 19 
 
 I Am Power 23 
 
 I Am Mercy 25 
 
 I Am Neighborliness 28 
 
 I Am Soul 32 
 
 I Am Death? 35 
 
 I Am Form 39 
 
 I Am All . . 43 
 
 I Am Of Use 47 
 
 I Am Righteousness 51 
 
 I Am Eternal 54 
 
 I Am a Free Soul 57 
 
 I Am the Perfect 61 
 
 I Am Light 64 
 
 I Am Enough 67 
 
 I Am at Play 70 
 
 I Am Begotten of Love 74 
 
 We Are One 77 
 
 You Are 80 
 
 I Am Riches 82 
 
 I Am Centered in Love 85 
 
Contents 
 
 I Am Centered in Justice .... 89 
 
 I Am Hearing . . . . . . . 93 
 
 In the Innermost 97 
 
 The Center 99 
 
 Life Itself 101 
 
 Sleep, a Mother-Bosom 102 
 
 Love's Own Child 104 
 
 The Everlasting Motherhood . . . .105 
 
 Our Mother 107 
 
 I Am no 
 
I AM 
 
I AM 
 
 EING beyond which there is naught. 
 I What wing-beat sought the beyond 
 must eternally fly the winds which 
 are but the breathings of Being. 
 
 It is all there is. Each seeming 
 other-thing is but the Breath of Being 
 breathing the blessings of its Eternal 
 Life. 
 
 Not was, but AM. There is no past with God. 
 Not will be, but AM. 
 
 There is no future with God. It is NOW. 
 There is no then. Eternity IS. Time is an illusion. 
 The senses serpent man through dust. A mirage 
 this; for there is no dust, but only the glory of the 
 eternal Life, the shining splendor of being. 
 There are no senses. There is only Soul. 
 There is no matter. There is only Mind. 
 There is no body. There is only Being. 
 Light is. It shines — the Light of Being. 
 Let it torch you as you search for your sin, and 
 for such shadow it is a vain search. 
 
 Let it be your electric light as you search for your 
 sickness, and that gloom you can never find. 
 
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I Am 
 
 Let it be your sun as you search for death, cind 
 mortality will be swallowed up of life, as night 
 shadows by the light of dawn. 
 
 Within you is the I AM, the Infinite, Eternal One 
 Being. 
 
 Because of this, you are. 
 
 Because of this, you may so attune unto and blend 
 with the Infinite Being as to be able to say, in sincerity 
 and in truth, for yourself, I Am. 
 
 In the realization of the I AM, all dark problems 
 are solved in light as nights are dissolved in days. 
 
 This is to "obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow 
 and sighing shall flee away." 
 
 This is to love in truth. This is to truth in love. 
 And so wisdom becomes your native more than song 
 the native of the sparrow's throat. 
 
 This is to live the divine and eternal life. This is 
 the Heaven which, out of you as a center, smiles its 
 infinite bhsses, loves its everlasting loves, shines its 
 truths eternal. 
 
 So, then, in the face of every discord, with confid- 
 ence never wavering, declare this truth. I am, and the 
 Chord of Being will sing so divinely that inharmony 
 ceases in its song. 
 
 So health chants out sickness. 
 
 So holiness psalms out sin. 
 
 So life chorals out death. 
 
 So heaven sings itself tiirough the earth until it is 
 a new earth, a very phrase of joy breathing from the 
 Eternal WORD of the Divine Being. 
 
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I Am 
 
 I AM. says God. 
 
 I Am, answers the soul. 
 
 WE ARE, together they sing; and this is the song 
 unto which the morning stars shone, while all the sons 
 of God shouted for joy. 
 
 This is the glory which the Son had with the 
 Father before worlds were; and the Son is the whole 
 of Humanity, even unto the least of these. His 
 brethren, even unto me. 
 
 I Am! 
 
AM JOY 
 
 HERE is nothing but joy. 
 Sorrow is but some joy out of tune, 
 fretting the strings of life. 
 
 Some awkward, unmusical hand, 
 instead of working in metals or soils, 
 attempts the strings, making discord 
 disturb singing winds. Or some viol, 
 attuning, makes noises, mistaken for song, distressing 
 the ears. 
 
 Joy lit the sun from its smile, and rounded the 
 earth with the breath of a song. 
 Joy chants the rivers and seas. 
 Joy wings in the birds and walks in the beasts. 
 Joy m.editates in the seeds, and with its eloquence 
 sweetens the winds with blossom and fruit. 
 
 Joy goes inward with love and comes out in the 
 smile of a face that blesses the bosom of a woman and 
 gladdens the heart of a man. 
 There is nothing but joy. 
 
 Each deed of creation blesses the doer and the 
 blessing prolongs in the done. 
 
 Blessings are blisses from the blythe heart of God 
 as Fie sings the Song of Himself, and comrades His 
 Universe create through eternities of His own holy 
 
 Joy. 
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I Am Joy 
 
 When joy enters into my work, it is great with the 
 greatness of God. 
 
 \X^hen the deed outshines from my joy, the deed is 
 diviner, adding beauty to God and beauty to me. 
 
 That picture is great by grace of the joy of the 
 artist. 
 
 It is the joy of the inventor thinking there in 
 machines. 
 
 The joy of the teacher works on in the taught, 
 kindling desires and deeds without end. 
 
 The joy of the mother hallows the child, and 
 makes the highways of duty the blythe ways of charm. 
 
 There is nothing but joy; and I am joy singing the 
 song of the days, chanting the anthem of years. 
 
 I am the joy of the grass, else why does its green 
 so gladden in me? 
 
 I am the joy of Christ's sparrow, for I am singing 
 it now with the heart of a child. 
 
 I am the joy of my horse, for together we ride and 
 together are glad. 
 
 I am the joy of this child, as together we play into 
 the kingdom of God. 
 
 I am the joy of this mother, as I through her adore 
 into the Motherhood forever Divine. 
 
 I am the joy of the Christ. His Spirit breathes 
 bliss in my soul. 
 
 Within my innermost, God is alive, is asmile. 
 
 It seems she is Mother, and sings, and I am the 
 song and the babe that hearkens in joy. 
 
 I am Her child and creation is lullaby. She sings 
 
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I Am Joy 
 
 unlo me with voice of the varying charm which en- 
 chants, as I play in my Universe Home and rest on 
 Her bosom of earth. 
 
 Sorrow is homesickness, and shows in its ache that 
 joy is my home. 
 
 Pain is an aHen, but joy, my true native land. 
 
 So I refuse pain, but not in a war, not in blow 
 aching for blow and defeating so the refusal. 
 
 I refuse pain as sunlight refuses the shadows by 
 just shining on and on, and so the shadows are not. 
 
 Than sorrow's sigh, I sing sweeter, and the sob 
 grows a song. 
 
 When singing I hunt sorrow, the frown of the face 
 shines out in a smile, I but sun-rayed Apollo vainly 
 hunting the night whom my eyes of bright light can 
 never behold. 
 
 I claim what I am, and my own enriches in me and 
 gives the grace of itself to the world. 
 
 I claim from all skies, joy, and their beauty shines 
 down in my heart. 
 
 I claim from all seas, joy, and their grandeur glad- 
 dens my soul. 
 
 I claim from all mountains, joy, and their vastness 
 vanishes in friendliness, as I stature to them. 
 
 I claim from all lives, joy, and they live unto me 
 in a smile which ensouls all summers and dawns. 
 
 I claim from the Christ, His joy, and I know what 
 apostles have felt, what saints have adored. 
 
 I claim from the Beings of beings. His bliss, and 
 
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I Am Joy 
 
 there's a glow in my heart like a sunrise after the 
 night. 
 
 By right of joy I own all things and all lives. 
 
 By the might of joy on all things I smile and all 
 lives I bless. 
 
 By the right of joy, God is my very own. 
 
 By the might of joy God, even through me, gives 
 unto all the grace of His great smile like a Spring 
 kissing winter away. 
 
 Joy! That is God; that is me. 
 
 God is the Infinite Joy, and I just a smile from 
 His face, a song from His heart. 
 
 I am joy, and through me in countless gladdnesses 
 His bliss of being eternal fulfills, while each smile 
 in my heart, on my face, gives His benediction of 
 grace, mercy and peace without end. 
 
1 AM LOVE 
 
 AM what I love — ^beauty, if the rose 
 enchants — truth, if the faith fuhiess 
 of steel fascinates — honor, if high 
 fidehties move me as strains of divin- 
 est music — life, if to me all lives are 
 holy and I give them joyously, un- 
 impeded, the goodspeed of their jour- 
 ney — a child, if children are to me as the very 
 laughter of my soul — man, if men capture my admira- 
 tion and their noble fellowship has for me its perennial 
 charm — women, if the gentleness of mothers and the 
 holiness of wives lake captive my heart in their own 
 truth and tenderness, as the iris captures the purple 
 of the sun in its own royalty — Christ, if the beauty 
 of Galilee is to me the Beauty of humanity — God, if 
 the joy of my being is in That One who is the Soul 
 of the Universe, the Life of all lives, the Love of all 
 loves, the Being of all beings. 
 
 Love creates me in the image and likeness of my 
 ardors. 
 
 What 1 want to be, that I must love with unfailing 
 devotion, and some high day, the beauty of it will 
 surprise me in the mirroring brook of my life. 
 
 Everything unto which my heart goes out in ten- 
 derness comes over the shining ways of my love to 
 fellowship me into what I am becoming. 
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I Am Love 
 
 I am plate and camera, and my love the light 
 photographing in my soul everything upon which it 
 shines. 
 
 I am becoming a part of all that which I love. 
 
 All that which I love is becoming a part of me. 
 
 This is the creation which is now achieving me. 
 
 By this grace I am ensouling all that I love in the 
 heavens of myself. 
 
 Therefore, I am love — love, the spirit and substance 
 of me — love, the thought and life of me — love, the 
 body and being of me. 
 
 In love I live, move and have my being. 
 
 I am love and there is nothing else. 
 
 The substance of the universe is Love. 
 
 Love is the inmost of creation. 
 
 Love is the soul of each atom. 
 
 Love is the soul of the air, and in each breath I 
 breathe but love. 
 
 There is nothing but love, and what seems other 
 is some lack of full welcome to the Divine Reality. 
 
 Therefore, I am Love: for love fashioned me and 
 keeps my sun of being ashine within me. 
 
 Love loves through me and I have no life but the 
 life of love. 
 
 Love loves in me. 
 
 Love lives in me. 
 
 Love beings in me. 
 
 All this dwelling together in unity, which is the 
 reality of me, is the magic grace of Love, ceasing 
 never for a breath, pausing never for a pulse thrill. 
 
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Am Love 
 
 I am a psalm of Love's Soul, never dying away 
 into silence, never discording with any hate, never 
 blanking in any voiceless and beingless world. 
 
 Therefore, my whole business is to love and take 
 no thought of anxious care beyond loving. 
 
 My whole being is love. 
 
 There is nothing but just Love. There is nothing 
 for me but just being what I am. 
 
 I am Love. 
 
 Love is Endless Being. 
 
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1 AM TRUTH 
 
 RUTH is the great peace. 
 To know with some fmaHty is the 
 great freedom. 
 
 In truth is the divine hberty, and 
 bondages pass like shadows in suns 
 when Truth is abroad in the soui. 
 Where no uncertainty is, how 
 blessed. 
 
 Where falsehoods fickle us not with their distresses 
 and heartaches, how serene and final that which is. 
 No mock more. No desolating darkness more. 
 No death more; but just the shine of truth's light 
 forever in the heavens of our being. 
 Truth can report itself but to the true. 
 The sun is not true, except to some truth in me. 
 My eye and it must together sing the hymn of the light. 
 The earth is not true, except to some truth in me. 
 Save as its fidelity and my fidelity fellowship, there 
 is no fulness of sane and serene Hfe. 
 
 Astronomy is not in the truth of the stars alone, 
 but is in the truth of the stars and the truth of men. 
 
 The chemic truth and the human truth complete 
 each other. 
 
 The Divine Truth and the Human Truth oib plan- 
 ets, and pace the suns and stars through universes of 
 life. 
 
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Am Taiih 
 
 God's truth and my truth perfect my soul, and 
 leave the Being of God without a blank. 
 
 I am trueing myself to the truth that lies without 
 me, and this is knowledge and the expansion of the 
 intellect. 
 
 I am trueing my conscious being to the transcendent 
 truth within me, and this is growth which lays hold 
 of the eternal life. 
 
 I am truth, and living is but my growing conscious 
 of myself. 
 
 With what torch of truth I discover the universe 
 I discover myself. 
 
 I can not go beyond what I am. 
 
 The universe can not speak but in my own language. 
 
 Only as it is native to me are its meanings wis- 
 dom and power within me. 
 
 What truth I am, that truth is God to me. 
 
 The air is limitless, but that only is the bird's which 
 it can fly and breathe and sing. 
 
 God is infinite. To His being there are no boun- 
 daries. 
 
 But what of Him the truth of me adores, and serves, 
 and hymns is all of Him I know and all of Him I 
 live and all of Him I being. 
 
 Except I am truth, I am nothing; for in a universe 
 of truth there can be no lie. 
 
 The false is some misunderstanding of myself, 
 some mal-expression of myself. 
 
 Some self-ignorance gets between me and the light 
 of truth, and that casts a shadow. 
 
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Am Truth 
 
 Shadows are not for abiding, but for that swift, 
 sure journey which ever, if it travels far enough, 
 must arrive at the hght which casts the shadow. 
 
 In my inmost, I am truth — the very Truth of God. 
 
 To discover myself and live myself is the reason 
 for me. 
 
 I will ever declare myself, my ideal, real self, and 
 to the reality of that declaration stature. 
 
 I am Truth, and the whole of my life bends its 
 energies, loves its loves, sweetens its services, rejoices 
 its joys, and hallows its adorations, that I become in 
 all my conscious being what I am in my Being Abso- 
 lute— TRUTH! 
 
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1 AM WISDOM 
 
 RUTH Love, and you have wisdom. 
 Give a soul of tenderness to truth, 
 and the divine face of wisdom is 
 smiling upon you. 
 
 Wisdom is when Love is lying in 
 
 the bosom of Truth; and they are 
 
 not tv>'o, but One. 
 
 The One Angel of Swedenborg was the man-truth 
 
 and the woman-love, no more twain, but one spiritual 
 
 being in a world without end. 
 
 Truth divorced from love is harsh, cruel, foolish, 
 wicked, devastating, instead of creating. 
 
 Love unwedded to Truth is weak, erring, stained 
 with lust, lost from her high estate, cursing instead of 
 blessing. This, in the divided world, which is the 
 world of unreality. 
 
 But in my one world, I truth Love and I love 
 Truth, and am wise in everything, blessed of the grace 
 and power of wisdom. 
 
 Truth does not dwell alone in me. It is holy fellow 
 with Love. 
 
 Love abides not in ^ny soul, solitary. 
 It has found its Truth, and together they make me. 
 God's Love truths out into me, and I am. I am 
 wisdom. 
 
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I Am Wisdom 
 
 Not His Love only ; but His love shining in Truth. 
 
 Not His Truth only» but His Truth enbeinged in 
 love. 
 
 I am the resultant creation. I am wisdom. 
 
 Not the light and not the heat, but the sun plumps 
 the chestnut. 
 
 Not the light, and not heat, but the sun builds the 
 oak. 
 
 Not the light and not the heat, but the sun rhythms 
 my body to walk the earth in manly strength. 
 
 Not knowledge and not affection, but wisdom lives 
 out the man. 
 
 Not knowledge and not affection, but wisdom 
 geniuses in man unto His creations of art, painting the 
 picture, singing the song, inventing the machine. 
 
 Not knowledge and not affection, but wisdom 
 enlights the Christ in Jesus to pharos the centuries. 
 
 Not knowledge and not affection, but wisdom per- 
 fects the soul and sets the glory of being in the 
 Eternal. 
 
 Inmostly my being and God's Being are one; and 
 God is wisdom. 
 
 At my center there, which seems ever to elude me, 
 lives God, the life. I know but the dim and bright 
 shadowings of His life. He is wisdom. 
 
 Inmostly and ideally I am wisdom; and the sun- 
 ning forth of my true self into my shadow self makes 
 me, as an earth, fruitful in every good word and 
 work. — makes my thinkings wise, and wisdoms my 
 lovings until in all my outgoing there is perfection. 
 
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Am Wisdom 
 
 I am wisdom. That is the inmost reality of me. 
 
 Even as my outermost, innermost is vvisdomed of 
 the indwelHng God, so do I hve without foolishness 
 and in the constructive sanity by which the Universe 
 affirms its integrity. 
 
 Wisdom is the grace of God in man, and the glory 
 of man in God. 
 
I AM PEACE 
 
 EACE! Not a ceasing of deed, but 
 action at its perfect full. 
 
 Not a ceasing of being, but being 
 brimmed with its surpassing overflow. 
 Not rust, but radiancy. 
 Not decay, but declaration of 
 rounded ripeness. 
 . Not war ceasing, but work in poised energy. 
 
 Not strife at pause, but strenuousness, an ensphered 
 planet shining through the sky of fulfillment. 
 
 Not the universe in a noise that has stilled, but the 
 universe energizing in the symphony of eternal deed. 
 Not life that waxens into unreplying pallors, but life 
 that wings in eternal flight, in ceaseless song. 
 
 Not truth that, tired of rasping argument and 
 querulous questionings, gives up to falsehood to save 
 itself from friction's pangs, but truth that shines like 
 a sun, and for very fullness has a glow for all, in all; 
 in its perfect of loving, no place for self nor fret, for 
 emptiness nor ache. 
 
 Not power that has ceased to destroy and idles 
 amidst its wreck, but power at creative full, and gen- 
 tling in that violet's blue, that song of purple finch, 
 and in that baby's smile which kindles from its 
 mother's eyes,— -power that wields a universe in a 
 quiet so profound that the "beating of your own 
 
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I Am Peace 
 
 heart is all the sound you hear," and hear that only 
 when you are very still and listening with all ease and 
 quiet energies. 
 
 I am peace because my innermost is the full of 
 God, and God is the fullness of being. 
 
 God is fullness of action. 
 
 God is the perfection of truth. 
 
 God is the perfection of power. 
 
 God is a universe of love. 
 
 God is an eternity of life. 
 
 God is the Poised Allmight. and I, the deed of His 
 gentlest loving, of His ceaseless, eternal might. 
 
 I am peace, because my being brims with the 
 Divine Energy. 
 
 I am peace, because my brain thinks intensely in 
 the Divine Truth. 
 
 I am peace, because my heart energizes in the 
 Divine Love. 
 
 I am peace, because my body thrills response and 
 unity with the overplus of the Divine Life. 
 
 I am peace, because every atom of me rests not, 
 tires not, but busies ever in the bliss of doing the 
 Divine Will 
 
 Distress of discord only is, when I have some lack 
 of realizing my perfection of being in God. 
 
 The fret of falsehood only is, when I have failed 
 to let the truth have fullest place and deed in me. 
 
 The agonies of angers can distress but when there 
 is some lack of love within my soul. 
 
 The sorrows of sickness only sigh when I have 
 
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I Am Peace 
 
 overworked or underworked my body's own some 
 gracious part. 
 
 'Tis health when every instrument of my orchestral 
 flesh is singing in throbbing fuHness, its very own 
 note within the symphony of Hfe, because it is always 
 peace, because it is always symphony, refusing and 
 losing not a chord. 
 
 I claim my peace, my very own which is the peace 
 of God, and that surpasses understanding, because it 
 lies far within the thoughts of man, a grace of being 
 without a beginning, without an end. 
 
 I am the begotten of God, and so I am a peace 
 born of the Love Divine. 
 
 I am peace, and give peace unto the sons and 
 daughters of men. 
 
 Not of my own peace give I unto them, but of 
 God's peace which is their very own. 
 
 I call them into soul and mind and body's fullness. 
 
 Being unto being calls with not a halt nor quaver 
 in the call, and being unto being answers, and each 
 has found his own peace, because he has found the 
 peace of God, which peace is just himself, a deed of 
 God, in poised and perfected energy, eternalizing 
 amidst the everlastingness of the Divine Love-Energies 
 of God. 
 
 Do you wonder, then, that I am peace? 
 
 Do you realize that you are peace? 
 
 Do you know that peace is no cessation for rest, 
 but that it is the rest that comes in poised deeds that 
 are never done, but forever doing, that Being Itself 
 may be, and bliss itself may bless? 21 
 
I AM POWEPs 
 
 A M power to think through the 
 activities of this earth, finding the 
 truth, bringing it home to me, en- 
 riching the habitation of my soul with 
 its white splendors and corruscations 
 of an infinite charm. 
 
 The truth within me shines unto 
 the truth without, and it is hght. 
 
 I am at dawn, and all my earth is rejoicing in full- 
 ness of life. 
 
 I am power to love through all the prejudices and 
 angers and hatreds and indifferences in this human 
 world, and win unto myself "the soul of good from 
 out things ill." 
 
 I love the indifferent into action, and they are my 
 rejoicing fellows. 
 
 I love out anger, being the "soft answer that turneth 
 away wrath," and have my response in a smiling face, 
 and in a soul that sweeter is because I radiate the 
 beams of constant love. 
 
 I overcome prejudice with love, and together my 
 brother and I fellow in the ways of eternal and re- 
 joicing friendship. 
 
 I love my enemies into friends, and the world of 
 man is so richer and the heart of God so happier. 
 I am power to love and to think, and my being 
 
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Am Power 
 
 lies within that power, as an earth within the sun. 
 
 I am ensphered. 
 
 I move through the Power Divine. 
 
 I thrill into lives. 
 
 I brood into wings. 
 
 1 here are born within me mountains and seas, con- 
 tinents of greatness. 
 
 I am a fruitful earth. 
 
 I am an earth in the dawn. 
 
 I am an earth in its summer. 
 
 I am a full-orbed soul, rounding for ever and ever 
 beneath the Mother Eyes of the Eternal Love. 
 
 I am power to become my ideal. 
 
 The might in me actualizes my ideal. 
 
 In all my inwardness I realize that ideal. 
 
 In all my outwardness I express it. Within my 
 ideal I glow. From out my ideal I radiate. 
 
 I am irresistible. I enchant. 
 
 I thrill with ecstacies. I bless. I ennoble. 
 
 No one can come within my sphere without a quick- 
 ening. 
 
 The dynamic of me is electrical, enlighting, empow- 
 ering. 
 
 I woo from all lives their secrets. 
 
 I win from all things their souls. 
 
 Everything gives of itself to me, as unto everything 
 I give of myself. 
 
 Together so we enrich. 
 
 Together we grow great. The Infinite Divine 
 
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Am Power 
 
 shines within us; and, in the glow of growth, the 
 Divine Meanings of me and of all clear in a speech 
 that is the soul of all eloquence. 
 
 I am power with God ; for I have power from God. 
 His power enfolds and fills me. 
 
 In it I live and move and have my being. 
 
 In Him I think true. In Him I love wise. 
 
 With His Divine Spirit I am surcharged and em- 
 powered. 
 
 I am created new. I create new. It is a new 
 heaven and a new earth in which dwelleth righteous- 
 ness. 
 
 It is the Power Eternal of Being; and in it I am. 
 
 And what is there more, but to realize being eternal 
 and live life without end, as in the Almighty Power 
 of the Divine Love, in whom I am centered for my 
 being, I fulfill that Divine Love's endless glories of 
 meaning in me, through me? 
 
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AM MERCY. 
 
 INDNESS is the king of gladness, 
 while love is the queen of joy. 
 
 Life is just a giving, and in this 
 is its bliss, its peaceful satisfying. 
 
 The tree gives without stint, and 
 lives without stress. As fullness flows 
 out of it, a holier fullness flows in, 
 engirding it with greatening endurance. 
 
 This is the law of lives. As they enrich, they 
 
 are enriched again, not in postponed and arbitrary 
 
 reward ; but in each act of bounty is its flow of blessing. 
 
 By fullness of life comes fullness of being. In its 
 
 deed, capacity greatens. 
 
 In the beauty I create, I have made myself beau- 
 tiful. 
 
 In the truth I have done, I have made myself 
 truthful. 
 
 In the blessing through which my love blesses, the 
 Infinite Love enters with its greatening grace. 
 
 In loving I become Love, and Love is the eternal 
 Life which sings at the heart of the universe. 
 
 The blessing of the merciful is that they obtain 
 mercy. What flows out from them unto their brother 
 flows in unto them from God. 
 
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I Am Mercy 
 
 Outflow and inflow are equal, except for added 
 and deepening capacity. 
 
 This is the grace of growth; and herein is Love's 
 triumph over exact justice. This is why the Christ's 
 word is mercy. 
 
 When you attempt to state the law of love in the 
 terms of physics, saying that action and reaction are 
 equal, you state a truth, but not the divinest truth of 
 love. 
 
 Increase is the law of life, because the soul of 
 life is love. 
 
 Multiplication is the grace of harvests, and the 
 greatnesses of mercy. 
 
 Mercy multiplies its joys without end, in the soul 
 of the merciful. 
 
 So just to be kind, and not to know, is the greater. 
 
 Just to be merciful, and not to understand, is the 
 diviner. Just to love, asking for nothing in return, is 
 the more Godlike. 
 
 Not intent upon my soul, but leaving it to the wide 
 mercies of God, it is mine, in the joy of mercy, to 
 make a little larger place for the growing of grasses 
 and grains and the flowers which only smile. 
 
 To open the way for life's some fuller manifestation 
 in the horse or the dog or any flesh-embodied life — 
 that is something from the creative fullness of the 
 Divine Mercy which is the Brimming Being of God. 
 
 To ennoble human life, to deepen its worth, and 
 greaten and hallow its joy, to sv/eeten the laughter 
 of children and multiply goodness for them, — when 
 
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I Am Mercy 
 
 this I do without stint or selfishness, I am in the midst 
 of a universe whose center and soul is Love, and can 
 know no fear, nor experience any lack, nor find anj' 
 void where life ends and being ceases. 
 
 Through my mercies the Everlasting Mercy estab- 
 lishes me in the deeps of divine and endless Being. 
 
 This is to be beyond desire in a rapture of fulfill- 
 ment, for whose radiant form no desire has dream- 
 power enough to vision and to make. 
 
 It is bliss of being without end. 
 
 It is bliss of being eternal in the heavens of Being's 
 Pure Self. 
 
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! AM NEIGHBORLINESS. 
 
 AM neighborliness. 
 
 Else what is this which goes out in 
 
 kindHness to all? 
 
 I have sympathy for the animals. 
 To see a horse at life's full gives 
 me joy. 
 
 To see a horse ill used or suffering 
 in sickness awakens sorrow in my heart, gives me the 
 impulse to comfort and to heal. 
 
 When I see a flock of sheep, I seem to be one of 
 them. Their bleat of content is mine. I play with 
 the Iambs. Almost one who is called The Lamb gen- 
 tles with me into the Kingdom of God. 
 
 I am healed of the hurt of life, forgiven of my sins, 
 quickened into the spirit of all love. 
 
 When the birds are in flocks, my heart flies with 
 them. Their songs outvocal my gladnesses. If winter 
 distresses them, my hand would open in ministry to 
 their need. I wish them only good. I will them only 
 fullness of life. 
 
 To the wild beasts I feel like a brother. I am 
 sure, if they could feel the tides of the love universal 
 flowing through my soul and through them to meet in 
 a holy fellowship, that the ancient fear were gone, 
 and in their native lair we would neighbor together 
 
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I Am Neighborliness 
 
 without wound, with the friendhness of children at 
 play. 
 
 When I caress the tree with my hand, what is that 
 which thrills through me, as if its very spirit gave 
 answer to my love, blessing me, resting me, giving me 
 renewal ? 
 
 And this wild flower which I will not pluck, nor 
 bruise, nor hurt, because it is my neighbor, 
 it responds to my neighbor touch, as if it knew and 
 felt with me the spirit of all friendliness, smiling about. 
 
 And the sea, my heart seems a part of its fellowing 
 waves. In its mighty peace I am at home. 
 
 And the mountain, it seems that almost it knows 
 that I love it. I am sure that, were it to leave its 
 ancient home, I would grieve as if some noble and 
 endearing neighbor had said good bye and gone into 
 those shadows out of which there seems no return of 
 life's I am. 
 
 All things inanimate, — toward them all my feelings 
 are so friendly. I hold this pebble in my hand as 
 though it were a thing alive, and knew the love in my 
 heart. This rock seems to respond to the touch of my 
 hand laid gently upon it. 
 
 Towards everything that is I am neighborly. 
 
 I am one with that Divine Spirit who set us here 
 together, and made us a part of a great neighborly 
 world. 
 
 I am His neighborliness. It is that aglow in me 
 which makes my life so well worth while. 
 
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I Am Neighborliness 
 
 It is my neighbor heart that is blessing and rejoicing 
 with all things and all lives. 
 
 To my kind, neighborliness. I am alient to not one 
 of them. 
 
 I refuse the division of nationality and race and 
 tongue. 
 
 I accept the human tie. I am at fellowship with the 
 whole of the human kind. 
 
 I sing in tune with them the anthems of'life. It is 
 the song of neighborliness. It sings out ignorance and 
 prejudice and belittling, destroying hatreds, because it 
 knows them not, intent upon interpreting the Great 
 Vision of world-unity with a song outsinging all the 
 hymns of the free and the psalms of the great. 
 
 The shame of the race is my shame. Its honor is 
 my honor. 
 
 Its sororw is my sorrow. Its joy is my joy. 
 
 Its low actuals are mine. Its high ideals are mine 
 also. 
 
 We greaten together. Together we ennoble. 
 
 Together we dream the divine dream unto its awak- 
 ening and coming true, when each man knows that he 
 is neighbor to each man, and rejoices in the neighbor- 
 liness with joy unspeakable and full of glory. 
 
 I am neighborliness, and my outgoings are as the 
 outgoings of the morning, rejoicing in the joy of awak- 
 ing life. 
 
 I am neighborliness and receive, like dawns, the 
 gentleness of neighborly eyes and the joy of neigh- 
 borly smiles. 
 
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Am Neighborliness 
 
 I am neighborliness, and find myself everywhere. 
 
 What a dear, genial, answering, friendly, neighbor- 
 ing world this is. 
 
 And its Perfect? 
 
 Here it lies in the heart of all neighborliness. Let 
 that heart awake and sing and shine, and the new 
 earth is here, and above it and about it and within it, 
 the song and shine of the new heavens wherein dwell- 
 eth righteousness and its enhallowing love. 
 
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I AM SOUL. 
 
 OT have a soul. I am soul, and I, 
 Soul, have a body. 
 
 I am enfleshed, and my flesh I 
 wear as a robe. 
 
 It is not I, but only a gracious 
 garment which I hourly weave, keep- 
 ing so its grace always smilingly 
 around me. 
 
 Some day, when I am through with it, I will kiss it 
 a grateful goodbye, and speed it to its changes and 
 other gracious services. 
 
 I am not formed by my flesh. I form my flesh. 
 My soul is not formless. My flesh images my soul. 
 I am form, — not a breath that cometh and goeth, — 
 not an extenuation, as a vapor, — not a vague principle, 
 — not an abstract truth, — not an indefinite love, — not 
 an inorganic life, vague and vacuous. I am soul. 
 I am life in form. 
 I am being in organization. 
 I am truth in definite order. 
 I am love with individual center. 
 I am life with metes and bounds, moving within 
 the Infinite Life, but not extending with it, not decen- 
 tralized by it. 
 
 I am soul, and the substance of me is spirit. The 
 
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I Am Soul 
 
 world I live in, the real, inner world, is a world of 
 spirit. 
 
 Its sun is the Divine Love itself. Its atmosphere 
 is the Divine Truth itself. 
 
 That sun shines upon me now. That divine ether 
 now I breathe. 
 
 That Sun is soul to this outward sun, and that 
 Atmosphere, soul, to the winds that around our earth 
 do hurry on their numberless errands of life. 
 
 The world of me, soul, is a very real world, to 
 which this earth of matter is but as a body of flesh. 
 
 In the inner world of Divine Spirit I now live, 
 move and have my being. 
 
 I am soul, infilling my flesh with life. 
 
 Flesh is my fellow and familiar friend. 
 
 I will not enslave it to passions. I will not heap 
 upon it burdens too grievous to be borne. 
 
 I will in no ways abuse it. I will in all ways honor 
 it. In every way I will bless it with my generous 
 appreciation. 
 
 Such a willing friend, bending so swiftly to my 
 will, — I will fill it with an all-beautiful life. 
 
 I will cleanse it. I will educate it. 
 
 I will refine it. I will perfect it. I will make it 
 as the finest of silk. 
 
 I am so alive with the light from my Sun of Love 
 that I will shine and shine in my flesh until it shall be 
 lit up with the inner glory. 
 
 To my quickened and singing soul, I will so attune 
 it, that it shall be as an exquisite Cremona, thrilling 
 
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I Am Soul 
 
 and voicing that Divine Chord I am in the universal 
 symphony of soul. 
 
 Because I am soul, I am free. 
 
 Because I am free, I give freedom to my flesh. 
 
 In the great fellowship of this freedom, we will 
 glorify each other until the bliss of greatening being 
 bids us part. 
 
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I AM DEATH? 
 
 AM death? 
 
 Not if death is a negative to Ufe; for 
 I am centered in the Great Positive 
 of the Universe. 
 
 The All-Loving is the All-Living. 
 Through that All-Loving I glow 
 in an eternal journey. 
 In that All-Living I am a centered and deathless 
 being. 
 
 If death is where Life is not, then I cannot be it, 
 for I am alive forevermore. 
 
 A shadow is where light does not fall, and it can- 
 not, therefore, be light. 
 
 Yet may a shadow be enlit with light, and in glory 
 pass, as those shadows of the sky we love and name 
 the clouds. 
 
 Light's self cannot know the dark. When light is 
 there, the dark is not. The dark cannot, therefore, 
 be anything. Always it must be a no-thing, a blank 
 where light is not now shining — a nothing. 
 
 In music the intervals of silence help the song. But 
 for them, it were but sound prolonging into discord, 
 and, without the helpful intervals, nor voice, nor instru- 
 ment could make the winds glow with the tenderness 
 of song. 
 
 To that music which sings to the eye, that music 
 
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I Am Death? 
 
 whose name is color, is not the dark just as the silence, 
 helping out the splendors through which the day 
 awakens to its dawn? 
 
 Then, if Hght is color, if it speaks the partial word 
 and says, **I am color," also, it can speak a partial 
 word and say "I am dark." 
 
 This partial word will enrapture us with color. It 
 will comfort us in the night, stilling our tremors of 
 fear, making us certain of dawn and of day. In 
 expectancy we are alert for the full word, which is 
 **I am light." 
 
 And death? 
 
 There is only life. I am life. 
 
 I am death as into myself I gather up this thing of 
 dread, and find that it is naught. 
 
 My light of life has searched it through and through 
 and found it nothing. My life has sung with it and 
 found it but interval, but rest, as between heart beats, 
 rest, which helps to make my being's music glorious. 
 
 I Am! I am being endless; and so it is that death 
 can have no part in me. So it is that I am not death. 
 
 And when you think it holds me in its dark embrace, 
 I am not there. 
 
 I am shining on, a light unquenched of shadows. 
 
 I am always alive. That which you think is dead 
 is but the footprints I have left in the lower levels as 
 I have passed on and clomb the heights. 
 
 Perhaps it is excess of light which keeps our eyes 
 from seeing these our blindness calls the dead. 
 
 Until we learn to see, it may be that the cooling 
 
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Am Death ? 
 
 shadows, defeating us of the great vision, are a blessed 
 blank before the sky fills up with Light and Life's great 
 chorus of eternal day. 
 
 When I see the butterfly wing from the worm, I do 
 not think nor feel nor call it death. 
 
 It is birth, and there is only joy at birtHr the joy 
 of butterfly, the joy of summer's full, the joy of me, the 
 joy of Life's Self singing out some of the voices of its 
 exhaustless melodies, and setting this butterfly unto 
 winding in the Holy Breath of its love. 
 
 So, when a soul is freed from flesh, that freeing 
 must be gracious-sweet. 
 
 For who hath eyes to see, there is no lament. There 
 is no thought, nor fear, nor feel of death. 
 
 It is just birth, which is ever some bliss of becoming 
 and never a pang of ceasing to be. 
 
 And so I am not death, for there is no death. To 
 me God has no death to give. 
 
 There is only life. 
 
 God is life and giveth life without a measure and 
 without an end. 
 
 From glory to glory. Life eternally journeys. I am 
 not there in that outer form to pass into "silence and 
 pathetic dust." That is but one of my endless 
 journey's footprints. 
 
 I am here, embosomed in Life's Self, to know for- 
 ever just the joy and hallowedness of being alive; in 
 love with life, in love with love, with Being's being in 
 fellowship of bliss that has no end. Why need I 
 fear that which I am? 
 
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I Am Death ? 
 
 I do not fear that which is but the shadow I cast 
 as my eternal being hves its eternal life. 
 
 The grandeur of that shadow is the grandeur of 
 the light, and the light is something of the eternal 
 grandeur of the Eternal God. 
 
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I AM FORM 
 
 HE innermost I, — that is form. 
 I am organized being. 
 In me Life centers and has form. 
 Love organizes itself in truth, and 
 I am that truth. 
 
 In me the Eternal centers and 
 spheres, and that splendid human 
 earth am I. 
 
 From my innermost of being I come forth, and am 
 organized spirit.. 
 
 I come forth, and I am organized mind. 
 I come forth, and I am organized reason. 
 I come forth, and I am organized thought. 
 I come forth, and I am organized feeling. 
 I come forth, and I am organized flesh. 
 I am form, and from me my flesh is body. 
 In my own image and likeness I build flesh, and 
 my building is this body, this temple of my holy spirit. 
 Because I am a house not made with hands, eternal 
 in the heavens, I have a house not made with hands 
 temporal upon the earth. 
 
 No thing can hurt this house. No thing wreck it. 
 No thing tear it down. 
 
 No one can banish me from its sacred portals. 
 
 Each day I build it new. 
 
 Each day I purify the places of its holiness. 
 
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I Am Form 
 
 Each day I quicken it with joy. 
 
 Each day I hallow it with life. 
 
 Each day the winds of my spirit blow through it, 
 sweetening it with the breath of all the flowers of 
 truth. 
 
 Each day the sunshine of love floods it with dawns 
 and with noons of pure life. 
 
 It is builded in truth. 
 
 The beauty of the Master, Love, is established 
 upon it, and it is fair as the morning. 
 
 It plays unabashed with the hearts of the roses, 
 and it is the familiar of the beauty of birds, while the 
 tones of its voice atunes with the bright singing birds. 
 
 The beasts hear, and are unafraid, and give their 
 answer of love for love. 
 
 Lovers are my fellows, and friends delight in me, 
 radiating me truth for truth. 
 
 In her whom my soul loves I will complete myself, 
 and we forever abide together in joy, bliss of being 
 adoring unto bliss of being. 
 
 When I leave this home of beauty, in joy I will 
 go; as the ripe peach lets go of the bough; as the 
 butterfly wings from the worm; as from the egg the 
 thrush lifts on the lyrical wings of its lilting and 
 laughing life-song; as one who has had a splendid, 
 full journey, and hears the call of home, answering 
 it with fleet foot, mercury-winged with eagerness to 
 be again at the center of love. 
 
 I will leave it with tenderness of farewell, as a 
 mariner leaves his bark with which he has fellowed 
 
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I Am Form 
 
 and frosted and sunned over many waves, mastering 
 many seas in the music of voyage, — leaves, because 
 there are diviner seas to sail, more joyous waves to 
 music over with great adventure. 
 
 Sense has splendidly sailed into its final port. It is 
 fulfilled, and passes. 
 
 Soul is asail on immortal seas. Its boat is a 
 body of pure spirit, as if of beaten gold, silken the 
 sails and so perfumed that the very winds that blow 
 on eternal seas are love-sick with them. 
 
 Every beat of the oars is joy. 
 
 Every flutter of sail is gladness. 
 
 Every fulness of wind is peace. 
 
 The seas are eternal Truth. 
 
 Love's self is the sun in the sky, the sun adance 
 on the waves, and the sun alight in her eyes, alight 
 in mine. 
 
 In God, the Everlasting, I live eternally, I move 
 without pause from bliss to bliss. I am a being of 
 pure joy without end. 
 
 And always I am form, here and hereafter and 
 forever. 
 
 Always I am form, whether in sense or whether 
 in soul. 
 
 Always I am form in time, for always I am form 
 in eternity. 
 
 Always I am form in flesh or in spirit. 
 
 Always I am form, when in consciousness I live 
 in myself, and when in consciousness I live in God. 
 
 In the eternal mind, I am a thought, phrased in the 
 
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1 Am Form 
 
 language of life, a thought that was not, nor will be, 
 but a thought that is. 
 
 In separateness of form I am. In unity of spirit, 
 I am. 
 
 This I am of me expresses in eternal form. Be- 
 cause of this form, this I am of me has its eternity, 
 rejoicing in the heart of All Love and All Life. 
 
 My form is of the pure spirit of God compact. 
 
 I am of the pure love of God, a living and eternal 
 part. 
 
 I am an eternal emotion of God formed into an 
 eternal truth of God. 
 
 I am eternal form. 
 
 No thing decenters and destroys me. 
 
 There is no unmasking in all the ways of my spirit. 
 
 Deathless, indestructible, I am form. 
 
 I am eternal form. 
 
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i AM ALL 
 
 AM all. Something of everything 
 has entered into me, and I am that 
 which is part of my existence. 
 
 In food ways, I am wrought of 
 the substance of the earth, and I am 
 that which has entered into my 
 making. 
 
 I am the wheat there rippling laughter to the re- 
 joicing winds, and I am the apple blushing there to 
 the ardent kisses of its lover-sun. 
 
 In life ways, too. The lives of the earth have 
 become my life. 
 
 They have become it, as they have given up them- 
 selves blending with me. 
 
 They have become it in a common fellowship of 
 life, life in me and life in them, attuned to the one 
 symphony. 
 
 Of one substance we are, of one life. By right 
 of love I claim them. By might of love I am them. 
 In beauty ways, also. 
 The beauty of the sky is beauty in me. 
 The shine of the star is ashine in me. 
 The song of the bird is asong in me. 
 The sheep gentles, not only in the meadow there 
 but here in my heart, making me kind. 
 
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I Am All 
 
 The mountain uplifts in my soul as it does in the 
 light yonder. 
 
 The ocean chants to the many shores of my greal- 
 ress in the subtle world of the spirit, while in the 
 outer world it makes musical shores for all lands anear 
 and afar. 
 
 It is summer in my heart, because it is summer in 
 the world. 
 
 The year of my soul ripens to enrich in full fel- 
 lowship the generous gold and plenteous purple of 
 the earth's autumn. 
 
 The white spaces of winter have answer from the 
 white spaces of my soul enzoned in truth. 
 
 There is an earth, cycling through the sky spaces 
 of my being, as well as through the sky spaces so vast 
 about and above my body's vision. 
 
 The sky-sun there, but the soul-sun here, within 
 the universe of my spirit. 
 
 This sun within is the shinings of the Everlasting 
 Love. 
 
 In spiritual counterpart, I am all. 
 
 Within me is the spiritual double of everything, of 
 every life. 
 
 Somehow I must love all, that I be loved by all 
 into fulness of being. 
 
 Somehow I must serve all, that I be served by all in 
 the gentleness that maketh good and great and glad. 
 
 Somehow I must bless all, that I enter into my 
 benediction which all lips are forever speaking to my 
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I Am All 
 
 soul, from their souls' gentling a grace, mercy and 
 peace. 
 
 I am these human lives that live. 
 
 This life in me, that life in them, is the One Life. 
 It is our humanity which we are. 
 
 The Divine Father of it is Our Father. 
 
 Each human life is, therefore, sacred to me. I 
 hallow it. I enrich it with justice. I sweeten it 
 with kindness. 
 
 I set it to music for fellowing voices. Together 
 we sing outpour discords. 
 
 Together we sing in our harmonies of the perfect 
 man. 
 
 No note must halt, nor silence from the symphony, 
 or the perfect music can not enchant the heart of God. 
 
 So it is my wound there in my brother's heart which 
 I must heal. It is my justice there in him, in his life, 
 which I must achieve. 
 
 It is my purity there in her, my sister, with which I 
 must purify. 
 
 It is my righteousness there, in the race, which must 
 be wrought out unto the fulness of beauty. 
 
 It is my sins there, in which all the sinners are 
 shamed, which must be forgiven. 
 
 It is my perfection there in the soul of the race, 
 which must be passioned. 
 
 It is my ideal there, which must be actualized in 
 the last, lost, utmost human soul. 
 
 It is my Christ-passion which must redeem the 
 
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Am All 
 
 earth, until within it there is naught but the holiness 
 of love. 
 
 I am this race of man. 
 
 Together we must repent of our shame, and to- 
 gether enter into our glory. 
 
 Of God who is all and in all, I am fellow; I am 
 child. 
 
 It is the self-same spirit here in me as there in Him. 
 
 By grace of my unity with Him I am all and in all. 
 
 Together we live our one life in our universe. 
 
 We live it in love. 
 
 We live it for blessing. 
 
 There is no blight cursing from our heart. 
 
 There is only bright blessing from our soul, and 
 will bless forever and forever more, as He perfects our 
 fellowship of Father and child through the infinite, 
 immeasurable reaches of His love, loving in my love, 
 adoring in Him through all the infinite, blissful, bright 
 endlessness of being. 
 
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j AM OF USE 
 
 O be useful is to be worth while. 
 
 To be of service is to be partaker 
 of peace. To fill, to a measure's 
 full, one's place in a universe of 
 action is joy, quickening the mind 
 thrilling the heart, and satisfying the 
 soul. 
 
 To know one's self a part of the Being Eternal, 
 and blanking not that part, nor muting its strings, is 
 bliss unspeakable and full of glory. 
 The useless is in the way. 
 It hinders the movements of life. 
 It not only cumbers; it corrupts. Is it not this 
 which we call evil? 
 
 From doing naught it corrupts into doing ill, as 
 flesh, unlit with the life of the horse, falls, rots and 
 poisons the air, becoming a shadow of death. 
 
 Would I flee evil? My city of refuge is the use- 
 ful, in which the Soul of all Good shines in the deed 
 of all service. 
 
 Would I run from sickness, I must refuge in service. 
 When the body is athrill with the actions of love, 
 there is within all its unselfish holiness nothing but 
 health. 
 
 Would I wing from death, into life, with life I must 
 fly, and life knows nothing but u»e, giving itself to 
 
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I Am of Use 
 
 all bodies, filling the universe full of its joys, serving 
 all needs, where its scant is, the useful unwelcomed, 
 the temple dishallows with selfish inaction. Where 
 usefulness is not, there is that blank of Hfe which, 
 shudderingly we think of as the blight of death. 
 
 I am of use, doing my work in the world, and 
 death's black fills with life's bright, the voice of all 
 music now where was the blank of all despair. 
 
 It is not the might of my deed, but its spirit which 
 kins it with God, which atunes it with His creation's 
 great deed. 
 
 I am of use, living my life in the world. 
 
 It is not my Hfe's vastness, but its sweetness of 
 service, which makes it apulse with His who is Life's 
 Self in infinite action and good* 
 
 I am of use by the simple grace of my being. That 
 which I am is a service. 
 
 Unto God's hand I am ductile, fulfilling his artist- 
 desire, giving His usefulness way, that it thrill into 
 deed and light like a star in the sky of earth's night. 
 
 In my need He is blessed, for I give Him the joy 
 of a service, and the bliss of living His life for an- 
 other, that no selfishness darken His bright, — no lone- 
 liness discord His love. When I am enriched by His 
 Spirit, somehow He is enriched by me. His heart of 
 a Father having in me the fulfillment, the joy of a 
 child. 
 
 I am of use. as I let His glory of love out into the 
 world. 
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I Am of Use 
 
 My mind is that His truth may think in the world 
 of man. 
 
 My heart is that His love may bless in the world 
 of man. 
 
 I give Him a human face that HE may smile out 
 upon the world of man. 
 
 I give Him a human life that HE may live among 
 men, having many a great and a hallowing fellow- 
 ship. 
 
 I am a mind with which He thinks. 
 
 I am a heart with which HE loves. 
 
 I am a hand with which HE services. 
 
 I am a life with which He lives. 
 
 I am of use. 
 
 I am of use, thinking His thoughts with Him. I am 
 of use loving His loves with Him. 
 
 I am of use, living His lives with Him. 
 
 I am of use, rejoicing with Him in the beauty of 
 His world. 
 
 When I love His rose, I serve. When I adore 
 His child, I minister unto Him in the grace of rejoic- 
 ing in a beauty of His artist-soul. 
 
 In my appreciation of all that He has made, I am 
 of use, as auditors to an orator, as listeners to the soul 
 enchanting itself to the winds in a violin, as a lover 
 entreating with love's adoring words. Love always 
 moves to some one. If I am that some one, I am of 
 use to that love. 
 
 For some one the deed is done. If for me it is 
 done, I measure use unto use in receiving the deed. 
 
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I Am of Use 
 
 I am of use, receiving the love of God, the service 
 of men. 
 
 I am of use, giving love unto God, giving service 
 to men. 
 
 In the great love and life we are one, God and 
 I, man and I; and, chorousing together the symphony 
 of being, we fellowship in usefulness, each note needed 
 by the whole, each chord essential. 
 
 So I am of use; and in my conscious usefulness 
 is my conscious greatening and glory. 
 
 I shine in the deed, and the night of the useless is 
 gone, the death of the useless, swallowed up of life, 
 as suns drink up dark nights in great dawns. 
 
 I am of use. 
 
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AM RIGHTEOUSNESS 
 
 AM right! What a consciousness 
 of power in that ; what a peace ; what 
 a joy. 
 
 Not in the victory over another in 
 
 a vulgar contention of opinions. Not 
 
 in any small selfishness of any kind. 
 
 But in the deep, large truth of being. 
 
 In the sweet, satisfying ways of a full life. In the 
 
 soul's uplift unto God, wherein it knows that it is 
 
 eternal one with the Holy Being from which all beings 
 
 come. 
 
 In the soul's lostness in God, feeling Love as the 
 only reality, in some primal being's holiness, saying, 
 as naturally as dawn says its day, "I am righteous- 
 ness," — this is to annihilate all shadows, to make all 
 crooked paths straight, to sing out all discords, to 
 sing in all harmonies and holinesses of being with- 
 out end. 
 
 To be right within our innermost center of being, 
 and, then, to radiate that Tightness into all the out- 
 goings of our manifestation, until our words sing in 
 their truth and our life glows in its love and the very 
 flesh of us is an ordered beauty — this is the great at- 
 tainment, this the holiness of joy, this the joy of 
 holiness, this the finality of being, 
 
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I Am Righteousness 
 
 And through simplest things lies the path of this 
 great attainment. 
 
 To plumb our words true — all of our words, as if 
 they were the very foundation stones of our holy city. 
 
 To square our acts unto righteousness, as if the 
 universe might go out of poist, were we not true. 
 
 To live each moment in a rounded fulness, which 
 intends that the year of our earth-life shall, in its 
 fruitage, justify God in His giving unto us, for a 
 beautiful doing, the task of ourselves. 
 
 This, in the littlest things and joyous as a child 
 at its play, forgetting even to say it, gives us the right 
 to declare, "I am righteousness"; for it is only that 
 which we are in our centering and in all our outshin- 
 ings from our center. Then is the joy of God in us, 
 and the perfect of God is the bliss in which we adore, 
 in which we achieve our life in the beauty of holiness. 
 
 In this there is no presumptuous pride, nothing of 
 that which is always hollow with pretenses; but only 
 the genuine sim.plicities which sum up into the great- 
 ness of God. 
 
 The absence of a grain of sand from the universe 
 would impair the perfectness of God. Ceasing as a 
 sand grain, it does not and cannot pass beyond the 
 universe. In essence it still is. 
 
 So your righteousness, though infinitely small, is 
 needed to complete the righteousness of the Infinite 
 God. You somehow belong to the very holiness of 
 the Divine Being. 
 
 When you can say in yotr life, "I am right," and 
 
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Am Righteousness 
 
 in the deeps of your soul, "I am righteousness," you 
 have committed no folly to be frowned upon. You 
 have voiced a wisdom in which the smile of God for- 
 ever greatens and sweetens, and grows mellow-ripe. 
 
 I am righteousness, and in that righteousness is the 
 bright Eternal Being-Smile of God and the bright 
 eternal being-smile of me, sunshining together through 
 our eternity. 
 
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1 AM ETERNAL 
 
 HINGS change, but do not pass out 
 of the universe. Matter may disap- 
 pear as matter, but its essence has 
 not been subtracted from the uni- 
 verse, nor can be. 
 
 We have mistaken the form of 
 life for the self of life, and, shudder- 
 ingly, called our mistake, death. 
 
 The shadow which our ignorance casts we have 
 mistaken for substance, and have darkened about in 
 our own confusion. 
 
 We have decentered ourselves into matter, and mat- 
 ter has been digging us graves. 
 
 Centering ourselves in mind, mind will build us 
 palaces. 
 
 Centering ourselves in spirit, spirit will create us a 
 new heaven and a new earth, 
 blessings without end. 
 
 Centering ourselves in soul, soul will give us its 
 Centering ourselves in Life, Life will give us its 
 eternities. 
 
 The apparent I, is of time, and fleets away with 
 swift wing. 
 
 The real I is of eternity, and its every flight, a 
 bliss of endless being, a song of ceaseless life. 
 I refuse the apparent. I accept the real. 
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I Am Eternal 
 
 I am no more the bond-slave of time. I am the 
 free child of eternity. 
 
 I am no more the victim of the grave. Death is 
 but a dark through which I dawn. 
 
 The body is but a womb out of which I am born. 
 In my flesh are the wings of my spirit, and eternities 
 of spirit, I fly. 
 
 I am uncreate. In the eternity of God is my home. 
 If I am on a journey, it is on a journey home, eternal 
 home. 
 
 I am eternal, and into my eternity I gather the souls 
 of this earth as I pass. 
 
 It is the soul of the rose that I love into the soul 
 of me, and so there are no rose-fadings that sadden 
 me. 
 
 It is the soul of my friends that I fellowship into 
 my soul, and so no grave can sting with its poison 
 my joy. 
 
 It is the soul of a woman that I love into my soul, 
 and so death wins no victories over my love. It can 
 not shadow out the bright eternity of my loving. 
 
 I am eternal. And it is truth eternal which I am 
 finding and living. 
 
 It is love eternal which I am finding and adoring. 
 
 These are souls eternal, which I am finding and 
 fellowing. 
 
 It is life eternal which I am feeling and forth- 
 shining. 
 
 It is being eternal which I am. I am centered in 
 God, my home, and He is eternal Home. 
 
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I Am Eternal 
 
 I am eternal, and in my eternity glorify my time. 
 
 I give great meanings to everything. 
 
 I give great love to every one. 
 
 I live great life in the midst of these years. 
 
 Unto me there is nothing petty and mean and small. 
 Therefore, I can do nothing that is petty and mean 
 and small. 
 
 I dignify everything with my eternity. 
 
 I sweeten every one with my joy that shines out 
 the shadows of graves. 
 
 I can only love; I can only bless; I am so great. 
 
 Even as God, I can divinely give myself; for I 
 am Eternal! 
 
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I AM A FREE SOUL 
 
 AM a free soul. 
 
 I am free from any birth-shadow, 
 that race or individual thought may 
 have placed upon me. Disposition 
 does not darken me. Mood does not 
 master me. 
 
 In Hght is my center; and Light 
 is my master. 
 
 From that inmost center of Light, I shine and radi- 
 ate and annihilate every shadow which has darkened 
 my spirit through my flesh. My inner light makes 
 dawn through all my thoughts, my feelings and my 
 flesh. 
 
 The outward me is born anew, a child of the One 
 Great Divine, Eternal Light. No shadow more can 
 possess me. Through them all I smile, and they 
 beautify and pass. Upon them smiles my light's rain- 
 bow. How they beautify, as they go from me 
 forever. 
 
 It is sunrise. My dark is all past. That is my 
 night hurrying away from me on wings of splendoring 
 color. How its hurry glorifies in the smile of my 
 great free light. 
 
 A free soul! — a great free soul! by light freed 
 from every distressing shadow. How I scintellate, 
 as if the very flesh of me were light. 
 
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I Am a Free Soul 
 
 How I radiate, as if the very soul of me were sun ! 
 
 How I glow, as if within my heart furnaced the 
 One Divine Love, burning all my gold into its 
 shining. 
 
 My dawn! 
 
 How glorious it is to be! 
 
 These flowers, dew-jeweled, are the smiles of the 
 Great Light, awakening in my soul their answering 
 love-smiles of beauty. 
 
 These birds, how they pencil the air with wings, 
 as if they were artists of joy, rippling all my winds 
 with bright, contagious laughters,— O they are artists, 
 — artists of sound, — hear how they rejoice into songs 
 as the winds and their throats fellow in artist passions 
 of gladness! 
 
 And these sheep, these horses, these cattle, — the 
 great affections of me, the great strong reason, the 
 wisdom of this my outwardness, — and these acres 
 fruitful in every furrow, every field, — it is my great 
 world-life; full of plenty, no lack anywhere, — ^just 
 an outer perfect atuned with my inner and eternal 
 perfect. 
 
 What a revelation my Great Light brings to me I 
 
 What a man I am, — virile, masterful, splendid be- 
 yond what I had ever dreamed. 
 
 What a life I live, — poised, peaceful, successful; 
 in everything I do, the touch of a master hand. 
 
 So bright and winning the smile of me, the smile 
 of my life, that things love to come unto me, so happy 
 to be in my fellowship. 
 
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I Am a Free Soul 
 
 Money loves to come witliin my magic gladness to, 
 by me, be glorified in uses that are never sad, but ever 
 a glory and a joy. 
 
 People rejoice to come within my radiancy, be- 
 coming my friends and fellows in great enterprise, 
 in great life. 
 
 I ask for nothing, for all is mine, — joy first, and, 
 in this joy, all else besides. 
 
 This smile of me, like the sun, kindles as it over- 
 comes the adverse, — making light where darkness was,* 
 making fruits and all things fair where death before 
 held reign, — O just the joy of using eveiything which 
 before seemed foe as artist stuff out of which to 
 create that which is, of beauty and use a splendid 
 part,— that is a joy, kindled and glowed from the 
 genius of God. 
 
 How each day fascinates, that I may live it, 
 greatly. 
 
 How each evening invites, that I may enter the 
 peaceful afterglow of my full and earnest day. 
 
 And night is an enchantress Mother in whose arms, 
 upon whose bosom I sleep and renew. 
 
 How she vitahzes m.e! How she heals my every 
 hurt. 
 
 How she washes away each stain of heart, each 
 dust of mind. 
 
 From her quickening embraces and her stilling 
 kisses, I come forth born anew, — as much as comes 
 the earth, a new and gracious, more fruitful earth, 
 from out this same, embosoming, holy night. 
 
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I Am a Free Soul 
 
 I am as one who thinks light, all his thoughts and 
 purposes and achievements, just light's irresistible rays. 
 
 I breathe bliss of endless being. 
 
 Joy is apulse in my heart. 
 
 My feet and my hands seem as if they sang in their 
 eagering ways. 
 
 it is glorious to just be! 
 It is grand ever to just live ! 
 
 It is joy inexpressible to achieve the deed of a full 
 and successful life. 
 
 Nothing can defeat me; no shadow can darken 
 within me; no scant can distress me; fulness of myself, 
 of my life, of my everything is mine; for I am light; 
 I am laughter; I am fulness of hfe. 
 
 1 thrill and scintillate in the achievement of great 
 
 I am free! I am a free soul. 
 
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I AM THE PERFECT 
 
 N deep and eternal reality. I am that 
 which God imagined in the deeps of 
 His Being. 
 
 He is the Perfect whose imagina- 
 tions are perfect. What He loves, 
 within Himself to project from Him- 
 self, must be perfect, for within Him 
 imperfection has no place. 
 
 That me, there in the creative heart of God, is 
 the real me. 
 
 This shadow me, wandering in the midst of shad- 
 ows, is somehow an illusion. To clear myself of this 
 illusion is now the great necessity. 
 
 Illusion never clears with illusion. Shadow never 
 passes in shadow, but by shadow only darkens. By 
 the imperfect the imperfect can not perfect. Only 
 unto something greater than me can I greaten. 
 
 Only with an ideal in its heart, and a sky in which 
 to grow, can the acorn live out of the soil into the 
 oak. With my ideal, perfect, as my soul, and with 
 God, Perfect, as my sky, I can grow into what will 
 satisfy the exactitude of God's thrilling smile. 
 I am the perfect I would be. 
 
 The perfect is not something without me unto 
 which I must climb. It is something within me, which 
 I am to disclose. 
 
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I Am the Perfect 
 
 It is not in a light shining upon me. It is in a 
 light shining from out me. 
 
 It is not something into which I am to escape. It 
 is something which I am to free. 
 
 It is not something I am to grow into. It is some- 
 thing I am to live. 
 
 It is myself, and myself I am to declare until there 
 is none to doubt nor deny my truth, — not even 
 myself. 
 
 When I declare unto myself the truth, I am; 
 when I accept the truth I am, then will I live the 
 truth I am. 
 
 When I live the truth I am, every thing about me 
 lives the truth I am. 
 
 Unto the disclosure of my perfect, there is the dis- 
 closure of the perfect everywhere. 
 
 My perfect calls to the earth, and the earth with 
 its perfect answers. 
 
 My perfect calls unto men, and men with their 
 perfect answer. 
 
 We are always getting the answer of ourself, — 
 love, if we are loving, — truth, if we are truthful, — 
 the beauty of the Christ, if we are the spirit of the 
 Christ. 
 
 From soil and sun and air, the oak gets the oak- 
 answer. And the pine, from the same soil and sun 
 and air, gets the pine-answer. And from the very 
 same the peach gets the peach-answer. From this 
 earth-life the sheep gets the sheep-answer. The horse 
 gets the horse-answer. And man gets the man-answer. 
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I Am the Perfect 
 
 From the human life the Christ got the Christ- 
 answer, multiplying himself by the souls he loved and 
 the souls who adored him. 
 
 I give as I am. 
 
 I can not bless unless I am blessed. I get as I 
 am. The earth can not bless unless I am blessed. 
 I am the key-tone in which the universe of Divine 
 Good Will wirelesses to me. 
 
 For me God is perfect only unto my perfect. 
 
 Inmostly I am perfect. The whole of life is to 
 manifest that perfect. 
 
 I must believe in the perfect, and search it out 
 everywhere, in every one. Then will I find that I 
 have lived out myself but to find myself everywhere, 
 — here on earth. — there in heaven, — wherever I am 
 eternalizing through the universe. 
 
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I AM LIGHT 
 
 N the One Light of Divine Love I am. 
 That Light is my being's center. 
 Out of it I have my rise into con- 
 sciousness. 
 
 In it I have my continuance of 
 life. 
 
 Out of my being's center it shines 
 and shines and shines, into my soul, until I feel me 
 all a glow of light; into my mind, until I think me 
 aflame with light; into my body, until my flesh thrills 
 as with the radiancy of a great new morning. 
 
 I am all surrounded by this light, hallowed by this 
 
 light, protected by this light. Nothing but good can 
 
 go out from me, ashining through all its radiant rays. 
 
 Nothing but good can come in unto me through the 
 
 brillance of its holy burning. 
 
 I am panoplied all about, beneath and over, by the 
 pure outglowing of the Spirit of the All-Living, All- 
 Loving, All-True, All-Wise, All-Present and All- 
 Mighty God. 
 
 This Divine Light shines out of me all shadows 
 of my past. Every gloom of my darkening yester- 
 days is gone. 
 
 All subtle and subconscious impressions of every 
 kind, all memories of them, all the black horrors of 
 them are gone forever as in the splendor of my being's 
 
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I Am Light 
 
 eternal morning, when every thought seems dew and 
 rose and bird and song. 
 
 I am all bright and new in my memory. Only 
 the beautiful is there, only the good and the true. 
 
 I am all bright and new in the real and feel of my 
 nerves. They seem of light, athrill with light, and 
 tuned like a violin; my poised vitality, that violin's 
 voicing of great song. 
 
 I am all awinged and new in every cell of my 
 brain, as if it were a June orchard, blossoms just 
 born, birds just born, wind, sunshine, everything, just 
 born. It is so glorious to have a brain all reborn 
 in the shining grace of Divine Truth. 
 
 My lungs are all new, every cell of them, every 
 tiniest fibre of them. It is joy and fullness of life to 
 breathe. I breathe, not only air. I breathe spirit and 
 life and love. 
 
 My heart is all new. It is abeat with poise and 
 peace and power. It ruddies my blood throughout 
 all my flesh, in the nourishment of every organ, as if 
 it were light, — the very light of Life's Self, sacra- 
 mented into my body's grail, that my flesh be redeemed 
 and hallowed, of the Beauty of Holiness. The feel 
 of it is all so finer than any violins to which any 
 listening heart has grown ecstatic. 
 
 New is every organ of my body. Each chords 
 perfect, with itself, with its fellows, and my sym- 
 phony of health blesses every wind that blows and fills 
 with its beauty all my hours and my days. 
 
 I am a radiant, transformed new woman, a pure 
 
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I Am Light 
 
 delight and noble blessing to all who are about me, 
 to all who love me and call me friend. 
 
 I have the Christ vision. I see something of the 
 Divine in every thing, in every one. 
 
 Upon that Divine I gaze and gaze, long and earn- 
 estly, until I can see nothing but it. My vision of it 
 is so radiant, so winning, so compelling, that each one 
 awakens to the beauty they are, and radiantly realizes 
 more than my vision sees. 
 
 So the beloved of my heart and home is trans- 
 formed, and fills in an overplussing measure all my 
 ideals of him. 
 
 So my home is transformed until all the dreams 
 I ever had of home are awake and true and shining 
 in Love's great and holy light. 
 
 What friends I now have,— so perfect, their friend- 
 ship like exquisite music. 
 
 What days of dew and dream and quiet and high 
 fulfillment. 
 
 What nights of joy and rest and great renewing. 
 
 And in this all there is nothing passing. It abid- 
 eth forever. 
 
 It is a realization of my own eternity, — the eter- 
 nity of pure being, as the Divine Being of Father and 
 Mother in their holiest blisses of love eternally begets 
 me and keeps me their child. 
 
 I am light, — a child of the Eternal Light, and I 
 shine through the earth and I shine through the Uni- 
 verse, and there is no shadow in which is my being- 
 lights ending. 
 
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1 AM ENOUGH 
 
 N the universe is an infinite abundance 
 of everything. Sufficient unto the 
 universe is the universe. 
 
 In it there is not lack of anything. 
 Lack is in failure to rightly relate 
 to it. 
 
 Into every atom the infinite opens 
 as resource. To possess the fulness of my want, I 
 need not travel away from myself. Into me the In- 
 finite pathes. Through me are all its great highways. 
 All that it has is here; and, here in me, is all that 
 it is. 
 
 I am not distressed that there be a lack of air. The 
 earth's atmosphere is tributary to my each breath. 
 It is air without end. 
 
 * So of Life and Life's delights. For every call of 
 Life there is always adequate answer, if the call 
 chords true. 
 
 If desire hungers true, there is no unfulfilled desire. 
 Color? It ceases not from the sky and the earth. 
 It riots everywhere. 
 
 Form? Its infinite multiplications are in sand and 
 star, in the light-belted earth and my thought-thrilled 
 brain. 
 
 Love? Its fulness fills all. It is the soul of the 
 air and the soul of me. It globes in the grace of all 
 
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I Am Enough 
 
 beating hearts; and within the great chorus of Being 
 can I not sing unto my very own, while each other 
 to his very own is singing? 
 
 Life? There is only Life? Live! live! live! 
 That is all. That is enough. 
 
 Live! And unto Life will come its own full own, 
 its enough own; and what is more than that is an- 
 other's, and we would rob none, we would have lack 
 nowhere, we would have no heart ache in blank. 
 
 There is enough. And I am that enough. 
 
 When I realize that I am what I desire, then will 
 the God within me be known in the grace of satisfying 
 fulness. 
 
 When I realize that I am the answer to my every 
 question, then the Divine Truth within me will come 
 into its own shiningly. 
 
 When I realize that I am the fulness I yearn, 
 feasts of the Divine Goodness forever satisfy. 
 
 When I realize that I am the Life I wish to live 
 endlessly, what is there more but just to endlessly 
 live myself? 
 
 This is the great lesson. The thing which does 
 not come as life to my life comes as death to my 
 death. 
 
 The thing that comes too much to the call that 
 clamors too much comes with shadows, with satieties, 
 with disappointments, with discords, with distresses, 
 with deaths. Whether it is food to eat, knowledge 
 to use, love to enjoy, truth to think, things to possess, 
 or life to live. 
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I Am Enough 
 
 Too much is a ferment, poisoning. Enough is a 
 golden flute unto which my every breath turns into 
 song. 
 
 With the enough-me everything enough fellow- 
 ships; and out of the song of us together, not a note 
 lost, not a chord missed. 
 
 That which is within me is that which I find with- 
 out me. 
 
 I must be a thing before I can really have a thing. 
 No matter the appearance, that which I am not, I do 
 not have. 
 
 What my possessions are, that I am. 
 
 When I am not what I own, things possess me, 
 and I am slave. 
 
 So being enough, I have enough, even eternal- 
 enough. 
 
 I am enough, and unto me the earth gives the ful- 
 ness of my desires, and the heavens showers upon me 
 their plenteousness, and life lacks never a heart beat, 
 and God chords unto my soul the fulness of being, 
 and gives me His eternities for my heavens of delight. 
 
 I am enough! 
 
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I AM AT PLAY 
 
 UST to be happy is just to be alive, 
 clear to my finger tips, clear to the 
 tips of my toes. My very hair seems 
 to lift as if it would play with the 
 winds. My face ripples with smiles. 
 My voice laughs and sings. 
 
 I am a little girl. I race with 
 the breezes, blowing sweet brother-calls from the or- 
 chard. I play with the shadows on the grass, hide 
 and seek, hide and seek, as their boughs with wind- 
 laughters sway. I smile with the sun. We just blink 
 our eyes at each other in play-joy. 
 
 The leaves of the trees rustle for me. For me 
 ripen the fruits. For me beauty the flowers. For 
 me are the songs of the birds. For me the ripple 
 of rills. 
 
 I am just happy because I am alive. 
 I will be a little girl today, and everything I do 
 will be play. 
 
 What dear delight of a play house I have. How I 
 enjoy sweeping it, keeping it clean. 
 
 It is just fun to cook; and, setting the table with 
 these real dishes, for my play-sweetheart and my play- 
 baby, beats picnicking and dancing and drop the 
 handkerchief and all the other games of the other 
 
 years. 
 
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Am at Play 
 
 It is such fun to insist that my husband is only a 
 little boy come in from playing store to play dinner 
 with me. It is such rare joy to have my daughter 
 my play-sister; and what fun we have playing to- 
 gether ! 
 
 She and I are playing that she is grown up, and 
 that she is going out into the big world to teach school. 
 We sit down together and in imagination make a 
 picture of her school. 
 
 It is a great school; its principal wise and kind; 
 its associate teachers all gracious; its scholars cheer- 
 ful, bright, responsive. She has a fine success. Her 
 pupils love her and quicken under her teaching. She 
 is so happy in her work, so joyous in her success. 
 
 And we are just so happy! just as joyous here 
 together with bright and cheerful imaginations seeing 
 her success, as we will be when this our spiritual cre- 
 ation shall manifest in the outer. 
 
 There is so much to make me happy. I want to 
 see it all, and be it all and laugh it all. 
 
 My home! How my heart would ache, if I 
 didn't have it. So in having it, I am just happy, 
 happy, happy! 
 
 My husband! If death took him, I would be des- 
 olated for his presence. So I will rejoice in him 
 now, and he shall be my lover-playmate, and there 
 shall be no frown nor scold nor grown-up care. 
 
 My daughter! I am going to just be happy with 
 her every day she is here at hom.e with me, congenial, 
 never an impatience, never an anger, never a quarrel. 
 
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I Am at Play 
 
 Food! I am grateful for it. It is such a joy to 
 have it in plenty. I eajoy having it. To eat it is a 
 delight. To eat it with those I love is a sacrament 
 of gladness. 
 
 The sun in its rising! The sun in its noonshine! 
 The sun in its setting! If some night it never came 
 again into the sky, how dreary the endless dark would 
 be! So I rejoice in it, so grateful for the sun and 
 its bright-smiling days. 
 
 Sleep! O the pure joy of sleep, and its rest and 
 renewing! Dear soft and silken friend, always here; 
 however I welcome you, ever doing your gracious 
 work. Hereafter, without fail, you will be always 
 welcomed with a smile. I will gratefully love you 
 and receive you. 
 
 The waking! How fine it is to have the light of 
 life within me to look up and out into the light of 
 dawn. When those two lights meet and kiss, that 
 is the joy of life; and I am so gloriously glad that 
 I am alive that my gladness just smiles all through 
 my day. 
 
 I lake these joys, so many of them; so many of 
 them, I forget to count them, — I take these joys and 
 twist them into a torch. How it flames with its 
 white light of laughter! 
 
 I am searching now for my sorrows. Here, sor- 
 row that made me weep, come! I want to look 
 through you and see just why you make me weep. 
 
 How strange! I can not see you in this light. 
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I Am at Play 
 
 Where are you? What have you to say? Well! 
 well! I see nothing; I hear nothing. 
 
 And yet a little while ago I saw it, and it made 
 me weep. 
 
 This is indeed a magic light, — this light of joy. 
 I can not find my shadows with it. I can not find 
 my tears. I look for them with it, and lo! they are 
 like a sun-lit dew, so diamond-bright, and passing in 
 the light's ripe laughter. 
 
 How strange, that with this joy-torch I can not find 
 a single sorrow; I cannot see a single shadow; I can- 
 not find a single reason why I should feel sad and 
 weep ! 
 
 O, this is such fun, hunting out my sorrows with a 
 smile, searching for my griefs with my gladnesses, 
 hunting for my tears with my suns of laughter, seeing 
 them rapture into rainbows as they pass. 
 
 Why just to think! I can not find them so. Why, 
 now I know I haven't any. It was nightmare, and 
 I am awake. 
 
 ' These were just some neighbor's sorrows that 
 looked in upon me through my door, and I all so 
 foolishly thought that they were mine. 
 
 No more that mistake for me. When again they 
 come, looking through my door, I will shake this 
 torch of my laughters at them, and they will cease 
 to be, may be even for my neighbor. 
 
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BEGOTTEN OF LOVE 
 
 AM begotten of pure spiritual Love. 
 In that Love is my being's center. 
 In that Love is my present and eter- 
 nal reality as a living soul. 
 
 I am a great soul. There is noth- 
 ing little or mean or discordant 
 about me. Such dust things can 
 not even come near my spiritual garments, and they 
 can not soil me. 
 
 I am a queen, and in the realm of pure spirir, 
 I reign in genial grace and magnificent power. 
 
 "The queen's garments are all glorious within. 
 They are of wrought gold." 
 
 My purple is silkened in a loom which earthly fin- 
 gers have not fashioned. It is a more than Tyrian 
 dyes which make their gleaming splendor. I wear 
 them with a grace beyond that grace with which 
 the scarlet taniger wears his feathered flames. 
 
 It is the glories of my thoughts which clothe me. 
 The splendors of my love give life to my thoughts. 
 
 I am life. This beautiful inward spiritual body 
 of mine is life-woven. It is scintallant, radiant, thrill- 
 ing with all the graces of dew and dream. 
 
 This inermost me is the beautiful and loving mis- 
 tress of this outer one. I scepter all the thoughts of 
 my outer brain, as the sunshine scepters the fields, 
 
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Begotten of Love 
 
 and I, too, get my answers in a beauty as fine as the 
 grass and the flowers; in a bounty as large as the aut- 
 umn's fulness of the ripened fruits. 
 
 I accept my outer self. I love it. It is like 
 some splendid instrument. 
 
 It is my Cremona, and I, a mistress of song. So 
 lovingly I atune it. With such a grace of gentle- 
 ness I handle it. With such a fervor of song I 
 caress it; and it sings for me divinely. 
 
 I 80 enchant everything about me, until almost 
 I find that things live and love me. 
 
 I so enchant lives, that I seem an Orpheus, all the 
 beasts, both tame and wild, are stilled of their en- 
 mities, and lie about my feet in gentle fellowship. 
 
 I so enchant people that they are my great friends, 
 conspiring together for the joy of serving me, in 
 truth and honor with a plenteous service. 
 
 I have, in every thing, only success; because the 
 radiant soul of me shines upon everything and con- 
 dition, and gets the answer of its own bright shining. 
 
 It is such a joy to live. 
 " It is such a pleasure to do. 
 
 My success satisfies me as his picture the great 
 artist. 
 
 I so love everything and everybody in this deep 
 and poised principle of my being, that, while I am a 
 sun transcending all this outer, I am yet, as the sun, 
 a creating smile, in every condition and unto every 
 one with whom I have any of the relationships of life. 
 
 I rejoice that I have found myself. 
 
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Begotten of Love 
 
 I rejoice that I am such a radiantly beautiful 
 being. ' 
 
 I glory in my splendor. 
 
 The shine of that glory is upon everything and 
 everyone. 
 
 This is, even worldly life abundant and without 
 measure. 
 
 It is spiritual life with infinite ecstacies, quickening 
 with their eternities. 
 O God, I thank Thee for what I am. 
 
 I thank Thee for the splendor of myself. I thank 
 Thee for the glory of living. 
 
 I rejoice to live a life in keeping with the dignity 
 with which Thou dost eternally dower me. 
 
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WE ARE ONE 
 
 NNERMOSTLY. eternally, my hus- 
 band and I are embosomed in the 
 Divine Love and Truth of pure Be- 
 ing Itself. 
 
 We are One, husband and wife, 
 from eternity unto eternity. 
 
 Of the Divine Being we are. In 
 that Being we are forever and forevermore, and this 
 is our glory and our exceeding joy, great beyond 
 telling. 
 
 This ONE of us is eternal ONE of us. 
 This wife and husband of us is wife and husband 
 of us in a glory without end. 
 
 The white flame of this eternal nuptualing shines 
 into and through the soul of us, so that within this 
 spiritual mind of us, this spiritual body of us, there 
 Ts no defilement of disloyalty. Truth is within the 
 one soul of us, more white and flaming than the noon 
 day sun into which no darkness does nor can enter. 
 The white flame of this eternal nuptualing shines 
 into and through this natural mind of us, so that no 
 thought, no imagination, no purpose is there but the 
 white of its own light. 
 
 Each to the other, in this one mind of us is as 
 true as the truth is true in and to itself, rejoicingly, 
 divinely true.— the white eternal loyalty of itself, 
 
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We Are One 
 
 brighter than suns which from its brightness take 
 their rise. 
 
 The white flame of this eternal nuptualhng shines 
 into and through the very lungs of us. It is white 
 breath that breathes, so white in the truth of us that 
 no alien black can enter in and defile. 
 
 The white flame of his eternal nuptualing shines 
 into and through the very heart of us, so that there is 
 not a beat of it that discords with any unfaith, each 
 beat just the joy of our adoring, loyal love. 
 
 The white flame of this eternal nuptualing shines 
 into and through the very flesh of us, so that there 
 is no feel of any kind, no touch, no kiss, but that 
 is holy with the holiness of our great and divine 
 marriage. 
 
 The white flame of this eternal nuptualing shines 
 into and through the very bodies of us, fulfilling their 
 beautiful, divne intent, burning in such a holiness of 
 truth's thrilling fire, that nothing alien can defile and 
 blaspheme this temple of the living and Eternal God 
 of our Marriage Truth. 
 
 The white flame of this eternal nuptualing enlight- 
 ens us with the truth that we twain are one flesh, — 
 in the unity so true, so loyal, that to unite in any 
 way with any other flesh, would be like the blasphemy 
 of self-defilement, like the ensanguined hands of self- 
 murder. 
 
 O eternally beautiful white nuptial flame ; bum on, 
 flame on, and light us to our final glory, wherein we 
 weave and weave our adorations into one great Eter- 
 
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We Are One 
 
 nal White of Being, and so through each other, find 
 the eternal God of all Being whose radiant Truth, 
 whose Love is the MANSELF. the WOMANSELF 
 Divine, whose nuptialing, perfect and eternal, begets 
 all things with an eternal begetting, with continuous 
 creation of Bliss of Being without end; and whose 
 creative adorings of each other we are. 
 
 So has your wife written whitely, with the full 
 acceptance of the truth. So will my husband read 
 whitely, with the full acceptance of the truth. 
 
 In this truth, realized in our spiritual and fleshly 
 consciousness, we will demonstrate the opulence of 
 true marriage in a divinely beautiful earthly life, 
 and, in death and eternity, be not divided from each 
 other; but be together in the fulness of the smile of 
 God whose holiness is the love of us and the being 
 of us without end. 
 
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YOU ARE 
 
 OU are my own beautiful boy, whom 
 I loved into the world, and whom in 
 the world I love. 
 
 You are good, and can do no evil. 
 You are true, and can do nothing 
 false. 
 
 You are clean, and can do nothing 
 that stains the white purity of your soul. 
 You are noble, and can do nothing base. 
 You are beautiful, and can do nothing ugly. 
 You are love, and can do nothing unlovely. 
 You are a great soul, and can not live a small, a 
 petty life. 
 
 You are a divine soul, and rejoice to live divinely, 
 the white honors of God dear unto you. 
 
 You love me, and can do nothing that would 
 wound me. 
 
 You revere me, and your every desire is to make 
 me glad. 
 
 I love you, and claim for you every good that is in 
 the heart of God. 
 
 I love you* and claim for you every good that is in 
 the world. 
 
 I love you, and claim for you perfection of being. 
 I love you. and claim for you fulness of life. 
 
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You Are 
 
 I love you, and claim for you every true joy of this 
 world and the world to come. 
 
 I love you and claim you to be a deathless and 
 greatening soul throughout the Eternity of the Love 
 of the One Perfect Father and Mother, whose adora- 
 tions beinged you through me, onto my bosom, into 
 my home. 
 
 Sleep, sleep, my boy, deep and sweet, sleep in the 
 bosom of the Divine Mother, to bring some holy 
 fragrance of her into your awaking. 
 
 Awake renewed, remade, quickened in your radi- 
 ant, glorious manhood, breathing the breath of your 
 divine noblesness, your heart escutcheoned with the 
 white honor of God. 
 
 Be the very child, in everything and always, which 
 "God thought about when he invented you in the 
 deeps of His Fatherhood," which God is lovingly 
 thinking about now, inventing you in the deeps of Her 
 Motherhood. 
 
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I AM WCHES 
 
 NMOSTLY, spiritually, I am a part 
 of that Thinking Life whose bounty 
 blesses in the skies, and fills the earth 
 with every fulness, so that every need 
 of everything is lavishly supplied. 
 
 I can no more lack an inward 
 bounty, than I can exhaust the air 
 by breathing it, than I can exhaust the sunshine by 
 seeing it. It is plenteousness of spirit and life with- 
 out end. I am more than a millionaire. I am an eter- 
 nity of exhaustless spiritual riches. 
 
 Always something of the eternal expresses in time. 
 So from Spiritual Truth, the abundance of the waters, 
 in wells, runs, rivers and oceans. So from Spiritual 
 Love, the measureless productions of the soil, im- 
 measurable bushels of wheat, countless carloads of 
 fruit, numberless flowers in gardens and glades, in 
 forests and fields, crowding the valleys with charm, 
 o'er topping mountains with gentlest grace. 
 
 Belonging to the spiritual bounty, under this law 
 of manifestation, I belong to the natural bounty. 
 Plenty is mine. It can not keep away from me. I 
 am its home. All things are my children. They 
 laugh and play around me. They mature and go 
 forth into the world to live their great life, greatly 
 enriching others, bearing the grace of my love as their 
 
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I Am Riches 
 
 smile, the grace of my truth as their faithfuHing min- 
 istries of good. 
 
 My business can but prosper. It is a part of the 
 bounty of the universe, a part of the plenteousness of 
 the earth. Its spirit is the spirit of service. I greatly 
 gaia that I may greatly give. I greatly gather that 
 I may greatly scatter upon all fields of the human need. 
 
 My business grows, even as in spirit I grow. I 
 radiate good cheer, neighborliness, and an integrity 
 of service, which brings into its sphere as plenteous 
 a people, having need, as the clover fields bring bees, 
 having honey-hungers, to their blossoms, enriching, 
 enriched. 
 
 I love my business, and, through it, I love my fel- 
 lows in this human life. My brothers and sisters of 
 the human life love me through my business. They 
 delight to trade with me. Their trade enriches me. 
 My services enrich them. We are happy together. 
 
 Money, so necessary for an interchange of natural 
 services, comes to me in plenteousness. My bills are 
 always promptly met, and I have such fun paying 
 them. My till is always full, and my bank account 
 runs away ahead of my check book. 
 
 When any good cause enlists my heart and my 
 judgment, I have wherewith to give, and I give 
 in the spirit of the One Great Love which has given 
 me being and placed me here in an earth so crowded 
 with everything, and more than everything, which any 
 and everybody needs. 
 
 My business has my uttermost attention. I am 
 
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 punctual, accurate, making no mistakes. The outer- 
 most has the full and unwearied attention of my per- 
 fect of natural powers and business experiences. 
 
 But I live and think in the Spirit; and, from the 
 great wisdom and power of the Spirit, I think and 
 speak and act in my business. In the wisdom of the 
 silence, I ensoul my business; in the wisdom of the 
 word I embody it. From the Spirit I am its master, 
 doing it always with the joy and the success of great 
 genius. Of it I am joy-master, and it splendidly at- 
 tunes to my song of dilligencing delight. 
 
 So my business, not only more than satisfies me 
 with its outward tasks and outward results, but it 
 helps my growing of soul. I get out of it spiritual 
 joy and spiritual quickening. It helps me realize that 
 I am of the bounty of the Universe an eternal part. 
 
 It enriches me with the great spiritual joy with 
 which the Master heart in the universe rejoices to do 
 the deeds of his immeasurable kindnesses through all 
 the changing, fleeting natural, through all the abiding 
 eternal spiritual. 
 
 While of the body, it is of the soul, — its soul and 
 mine. While it is of time, it is of eternity, — its eternity 
 and mine. The service in business is spiritual and 
 its fine doing is worship. 
 
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CENTERED IN LOVE 
 
 tressmg me. 
 ing to fear. 
 
 My mind is 
 thoughts are 
 
 In the might 
 
 N my inmost being I am centered in 
 Love. 
 
 That Love shines into the mind of 
 me, and every dark thought is for- 
 ever gone before the brightness of its 
 radiancy. 
 
 There is no fear in my mind, dis- 
 
 All is love! all is light. There is noth- 
 
 nothing to harm me. 
 
 My mind is poised and at peace. 
 
 truth. It thinks with clearness. Its 
 
 wise. 
 
 I have the creative might of wisdom, 
 of that wisdom. I create myself anew. 
 
 I think thoughts of beauty, and I am. the beauty 
 I think. I think thoughts all new, like a baby just 
 perfectly born ; and I am the new which I think. 
 ' I am God's child just born in His Infinite Love. 
 A child, — a sweet, clean, radiant, laughing child: I 
 am a child again. I am new and everything is new; 
 and my life, my beautiful life, is just before me. 
 
 O my life is all aglow within me. It is the Hfe 
 of the Eternal Love, and how I live! What a joy 
 this to create my outer self all anew; all anew! to be 
 the artist of myself, geniusing myself towards the 
 beauty of the perfect. 
 
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Centered In Love 
 
 There, where were ashes, — the ashes of hopes, the 
 ashes of my youth, the ashes of my high resolves, 
 the ashes of all my failure, I put all my thoughts of 
 beauty, and, lo! it is a garden abloom with every 
 fair flower and fruitful tree, ashes transfigured, sor- 
 rows into their glory come. 
 
 Among its blossoms wing the birds, enchanting the 
 winds in a song. 
 
 Among its grassy ways, under its trees, matching 
 it beauty for beauty, race and laugh and play the 
 little children of every dream I had, come awake 
 and come true. 
 
 And more than they! and more than they! These 
 new, eternal children of my new day, of my new 
 eternal life, — they just eternalize in their joy of being 
 mine. 
 
 O it is such a joy to live, every thought of my 
 life, true; every feeling of my life, love; every word 
 of my life, wisdom; every act of my life, righteous- 
 ness; every movement of me, a radiancy of blessing! 
 
 My flesh is created new like that but just born 
 rose. 
 
 My brain cells are not the old ones, grooved with 
 thoughts of failure, running about and making their 
 din in my mind. 
 
 They are new. They can manifest only true 
 thoughts. They can shine only in beautiful thoughts. 
 Only in loving thoughts can they glow, — glow like 
 a day in June. O the glory of this new brain of 
 mine! 
 
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Centered In Love 
 
 With new lungs I breathe, and the all-encompass- 
 ing air fills and thrills me with the perfect health. 
 
 This heart abeat within me is new. It rudies 
 vigor through all my veins. Its beatings are the very 
 bliss of life. I feel me as if I could fly in its fine, 
 cheering vitality. 
 
 My taste trues, and I hunger and thirst for only 
 that which belongs to a perfect body. No fevers of 
 any alien enemy can burn in my tongue, nor parch in 
 my throat. Only what belongs to this new and eternal 
 me can enter this holy city of myself. Only what 
 fits and sings with my symphony of soul has entrance 
 into any part of me. 
 
 • I can not touch what is not my inmost own. For 
 me things are musical instruments. I can only put 
 fingers upon what belongs to the song of my soul. 
 That I awaken with my musical skill, and it sings 
 the hours divinely, phrasing them in joy and love and 
 peace ! 
 
 No discord belongs to my soul. No discord can 
 sound from my touch; no discord, distress from my 
 lips; nor from my life make desolations and wounds. 
 'Only truth and right belong to me, making their 
 harmonies of wholeness, singing their anthems of 
 health. 
 
 Beauty is mine. So perfect is my smell, that only 
 enters my soul, odors of flowers and fruits, scents 
 that are as incense to the Eternal Love, dwelling with- 
 in and receiving the worship of His outer world. 
 
 Beauty looks out from my eyes, and can see noth- 
 
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Centered In Love 
 
 ing but beauty. I am beauty-entranced. Truth 
 looks out from my eyes, and can see nothing but truth. 
 Beauty and truth, from all the outer world, enter into 
 me through my eyes, and it is beauty without end, — 
 all the beauty I need, in which to glorify my outer 
 self, and myself which is eternal. 
 
 My ears hear but song. Love listens in my ears, 
 and, to its listening, there is only love to answer. 
 
 The love of everything, of everyone sings to me. 
 The goodness of everything, of everyone sings into 
 me, and I am blessed without measure, and find the 
 earth, even as God said in the beginning, **Very 
 Good." 
 
 To the truth of me my flesh attunes, and it is as 
 the flesh of a babe. Every bit of my body is new. 
 
 This new body fits divinely the new soul of me. 
 I rejoice in my body perfect. My flesh sings to my 
 soul. My soul voices in my flesh. 
 
 I am a word of Divine Beauty, and my body is 
 that word made flesh. 
 
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CENTEFkED IN JUSTICE 
 
 HE innermost of me is centered in jus- 
 tice, — the justice which keeps suns 
 burning, and stars alight; which 
 brings the punctual seasons, and 
 makes each thing of the earth bring 
 forth after its kind; which is the 
 fidehty of steel, the indestructibility 
 of silver, and the faithful integrity of gold; which is 
 the greatness of the great, the honor of the honorable, 
 and the truth of the faithful and the kind. 
 
 Justice is within me a life, and nothing of dark- 
 ness can shadow its bright. I realize its living beauty 
 through all my being. I rejoice to think it in all my 
 thoughts, to feel it in all my emotions, to express it 
 through all my words and my actions. 
 
 I will not allow the injustice of any one to have 
 any permanent place within me. I refuse it, like I 
 -refuse discords when my voice sings, or my fingers 
 play. 
 
 I encounter it in the outwardness of my life, as 
 passing through the earth I hear noises — the noises of 
 the street, of engines puffing, of hammers pounding; 
 but I will not bring the noise home with me. It shall 
 not enter into my peace, discording the great inner 
 harmony of my soul. 
 
 When in the midst of discordant sounds, I do not 
 
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Centered In Justice 
 
 resent them, getting into their vibrations. I hold myself 
 in poise, do with them what I must, keeping my 
 serene center unroughed, and pass on forgetting them. 
 
 So in the midst of injustice, I will handle it with 
 my best wisdom, but refuse to become a part of its 
 littleness, to answer selfishness with selfishness, petti- 
 ness with pettiness, spite with spite. 
 
 I am not a part of it. It is not a part of me. When, 
 my best wisdom helping me, I make an adjustment, 
 I put the matter out of my feelings, out of my 
 thoughts. It has ceased to exist for me. 
 
 Of those who have been unjust, they pass as an 
 unpleasant wind, and are no more, myself sweetened 
 with the fragrance of the Divine Justice. I will not 
 discomfort myself with thoughts of them. Their 
 troubles shall not enter my peace, disturbing its calm. 
 I bury my face in all good and noble actions, and, in 
 their fragrance, forget that there is aught in the world 
 but perfume, but clean, sweet air and rain-washed 
 winds. 
 
 The outward of it all, the thing, the person, — 
 everything whatsoever, — ceases to exist for me, into 
 me can not enter. As I would refuse to think a bad 
 thought, I refuse to think of them, giving me the sug- 
 gestion of the unlovely, harshening, discording im- 
 perfect. 
 
 So, when I think of them at all, I will think of 
 them in terms of their best. My innermost realization 
 thinks unto their innermost sense of justice, and in 
 
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Centered In Justice 
 
 spirit I meet them within and far above sense and the 
 realm of things. 
 
 I can not love the unlovely. To do so were to 
 wrong truth and beauty and goodness, and to make 
 love some ugliness, as if I wounded and marred an 
 enchanting face. 
 
 I refuse to let unloveliness within the temple of my 
 holiness. I refuse to stain my whiteness with it. 
 Within me here it can have no place. In this pure 
 beauty of my spirit it has no existence, 
 spirit I meet them within and far above sense and the 
 realm of things. 
 
 But the eternally beautiful I love in everything, in 
 every one. The beauty of me sees such beauty in 
 everything, in every one, that seeing gives me an artist 
 eagerness to bring it out into its manifested charm. 
 Whether that thing or that one is awake to its own 
 loveliness or not, still out of me goeth unto it blessing 
 and fellowship. 
 
 I recognize myself as a part of the Divine which 
 has power enough to awaken and quicken this that I 
 love, that it become the conscious possession of every 
 one within whom it is now aslumber. 
 
 I breathe in the Eternal Justice. I breathe it out 
 upon the world, upon every heart and every life. 
 
 It is such a supreme joy that I would share it with 
 all. In its beauty and gladness, I would see every 
 one awake and aquiver, as Love makes them loving 
 and Truth makes them true. 
 
 So I am at peace from all troubling. 
 
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Centered In justice 
 
 The music of me has sung out all the discords. 
 
 The truth of me has truthed out all the fickle and 
 the false. 
 
 The love of me has burned up all the rubbish, and 
 is sceptering the black soils in the rapture of roses. 
 
 The justice of me and the mercy of me kiss, and 
 out of their kiss is born the Christ-child in me to 
 redeem and transform all my earth, until it blossom 
 like a rose in the desert and sing like a thrush above 
 the thorn. 
 
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I AM HEARING 
 
 HE innermost of me is perfect. It 
 centers in the Eternal Perfect, and 
 that Eternal Perfect is tributary to it, 
 — giving to it of Justice, Truth, of 
 Everlasting love, of Eternal Life, and 
 Being without end. 
 
 This is the true me; this, the eter- 
 nal I. Herein and herefrom, I can, in truth beyond 
 time and sense, say, I AM. 
 
 I am perfect in spirit, mind, body. This imperfect 
 is not of me. I refuse it. It is alien. It must out; 
 but not with force, as of a policeman's club, but with 
 love, as with the Great Smile of God, sunshining away 
 the clouds. 
 
 It is the spirit of me that is. It is the spirit of me 
 which loves the flesh together into this beautiful fel- 
 lowship by which we are rejoicing in the world. 
 
 Spirit called, and my hand is here to feel. This 
 silken joy as I touch a baby's cheek is spirit-joy. 
 
 Spirit called, and my nose came out to smell. This 
 rapture of odor as I smell the rose is spirit-rapture. 
 
 Spirit called, and my tongue is here to taste. This 
 gladness of grape, as I eat the fruit of the vine, is 
 spirit-gladness. 
 
 Spirit called, and my eyes came forth to see. This 
 delight of earth and sky, and this dear child's face 
 
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I Am Hearing 
 
 is spirit-delight, something of bliss from out the 
 Being Divine at radiance within my soul. 
 
 Spirit called, and my ears came forth, out of my 
 inmost center of truth, to hear. This music of my 
 friend's voice "soft and low, an excellent thing in 
 woman," and in man, — is music of the spirit, is a 
 sweet sound of the soul, not one syllable of whose 
 meaning can escape me. I capture each sound with 
 love. Each sound the truth of me discerns, — know- 
 ing the truth the other mind thinks, the other lips speak. 
 
 I am in truth, as it were, a whispering gallery; in 
 me each faintest, softest, silken, whispered tone arti- 
 culates with full and clear meanings. 
 
 I can hear as a bird; no sound belonging to me 
 escaping. 
 
 I can hear as a child, my ears keener than a dog*s 
 for the step of his beloved master. 
 
 This child of me, this child I am, this eternal truth- 
 child, sitting joyous and eager within my ears, hears 
 with perfect hearing, — no softest syllable of sound 
 escaping. 
 
 This inner ear of me hears rejoicingly the voices of 
 the Eternal Love, — hears with obedient eagerness 
 every truth which that Love speaks for my greatening, 
 — hears, as with the ears of a bird a-listen for the 
 voice of its mate hymning a worship of the nesting 
 time. 
 
 Whatever of truth, through outer ways, that Love 
 speaks to me, my outer ears hear in joyous earnest- 
 ness; as if my thrush there, that master of song, had 
 
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I Am Hearing 
 
 felt the sunshine in his soul, and must needs feel it in 
 his throat, shining out into his hymn of joy, sung in 
 the dawn, unto the dawn. 
 
 So I have the feel of God within me, — in the deep- 
 est and divinest soul of me; and the perfect of Him 
 is so enchanting, that I must express it in all this outer- 
 most of me ; that, in all this outermost of Him and me, 
 mingling in this we call the natural, I so realize the 
 perfect that my perfect praise the Perfect of my 
 Adoration. 
 
 So in God, unto God, this my natural hearing! 
 His perfect and mine, hear in all sounds of the earth, 
 in all sounds of the human speech, — the very truth of 
 u§ together, listening and delighting, that we both may 
 enrich, in all love that comes unto me through these 
 natural ways of the earth and its lives, in all truth 
 which enhallows unto me through the sounds and voices 
 of this outer world, and the friends it is giving unto 
 me in a fineness as of the finest of the wheat. 
 
 This deafness which the dark of the imperfect 
 seems to make real, is but an empty shadow, an earth- 
 born mist, begotten of the world's clamorous and dis- 
 tressing falsehoods. It is phantom. It is unreal. It 
 is ghost. 
 
 In great, bright truth — the real truth of me — I 
 shine upon it and through it; and it is no more. I am 
 hearing the gentle wind there in the grass. That shy 
 and bashful song of the leaf-hid vireo I am hearing. 
 
 The reluctant, imperfectly-syllabled speech of this 
 little child, I am hearing. No sound dulls to me. No 
 
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Am Hearing 
 
 voice mutes to me. All voices articulate in me, and 
 I lose no meaning out of any voice that speaks. 
 
 I am the hearing in my ears, and all sounds are to 
 me as bird-voices in the dawn to ears trained to all 
 the delicate discriminations of experienced woodcraft. 
 
 I am perfect, and the perfect of me hears perfectly. 
 
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IN THE INNERMOST 
 
 N the innermost of me, the Divine 
 Love lives its eternal life. That Life 
 fills me, radiating through and 
 through me, and perfecting my very 
 flesh until my very body is aglow and 
 ashine with health. 
 
 The Divine Truth goldens like a 
 dawn through every inmost thought of me, making 
 true, and in Truth empowering me with creative might, 
 so that all my outgoings of desire accomplish and 
 fulfill in that upon which my heart is set. 
 
 The Divine Love makes new each inmost, outer- 
 most pulse and atom of me, until for power I am as a 
 sun, and no dark can resist me; no night can over- 
 shadow my shining. 
 
 All who come within my beams brighten and be- 
 come new. The light of me calls unto the light of 
 them; and within them it is dawn. The heat of me 
 calls to the heat of them; and within them roses are 
 in bloom, and all the orchards are glorified in blossoms. 
 All my thoughts of every one in my home and 
 about me spread their wings like birds and rejoice in 
 my presence and voice in their songs the sunshine 
 of me. 
 
 This innermost of me is poised, and its majesty 
 enters into all my thoughts, feelings and ways. 
 
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In the Innermost 
 
 Like Christ, this innermost, spiritual perfect of me 
 sees in its own image and likeness, and that which it 
 sees actualizes. It can not resist becoming what I see. 
 It rejoices to enter into the glory of my vision more 
 than they that wait for the morning rejoice in the first 
 beams of the rising sun. 
 
 I see my mind perfect, and it is perfect. 
 
 I see my heart perfect, and it is perfect. 
 
 I see my life perfect, and it is perfect. 
 
 I see my home perfect, and it is perfect. 
 
 I see my husband perfect, and he is perfect. 
 
 I see my daughter perfect, and she is perfect. 
 
 I see my son perfect, and he is perfect. 
 
 I feel but concord and peace, and home and its 
 lives answer like a symphony. 
 
 In spiritual truth and love and life I feel my de- 
 sires are fulfilled; and all without me they are ful- 
 filling, and my heart is rejoicing in their fulfillment 
 more than my eyes rejoice in the greening grass, the 
 reddening roses and the purpling grapes when the year 
 is growing to its full in an autumn. 
 
 The Spirit within me beholds it all, and whispers 
 in my soul that it is all fair and good. 
 
 My travail pains are overpast. My soul doth mag- 
 nify and rejoice in the All-Love and All-Beauty for 
 this, that a man child is born into the world of truth 
 and good and beauty, and that man child is this, 
 renewed one, this born-again one, this very son of my 
 heart and of my flesh. 
 
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THE CENTER 
 
 HE center of my being Is in pure 
 Love. 
 
 This Love is radiant with vitality. 
 In it I have my Hfe. 
 
 Out of it has come my mind which 
 thinks. 
 
 Out of it has come my heart which 
 loves. 
 
 Out of it has come that creative vitality which 
 has woven my body of flesh, and in that body keeps 
 alight the fires of life. 
 
 In that Love I live and move and have my being. 
 Unto that Love I now open my inmost soul. 
 Into me that Love flows, giving me peace, power 
 and repose. 
 
 In this joyous tide of the Divine Love flowing into 
 me there is nothing to fear. It will abundantly care 
 for me ; so there is nothing about which to worry. 
 
 Into that Love I cast my every fear. Into its 
 fathomless ocean deeps I cast all my worry. Swal- 
 lowed up of its grace and greatness is all my fear- 
 thought and worry-thought for myself, my home and 
 my daughter. 
 
 Each day will bring me all I need. For me there 
 is plenty without end to supply my every need, even 
 
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The Center 
 
 as there is air without end to supply my need of 
 breath. 
 
 To this Love I give my great and abiding faith. 
 I beheve that it wills me good and only good in ever- 
 lasting abundance. Moment by moment I will accept 
 that good and rejoice in it and for it be grateful. 
 
 My daughter, too, is centered in and hallowed by 
 this Love. Out of that Love, through my mother- 
 hood, she came to rejoice my home and fill my heart 
 with peace. That Love has her in its tender and 
 holy keeping every minute of her life. 
 
 Therefore, I will fear no more for her. With all 
 my heart I trust her to the keeping of this Love which 
 never slumbers nor sleeps. 
 
 That Love vitalizes her flesh. It quickens her 
 body. It gives her abundant health. No more is 
 there any discording disease. All is well with her. 
 Hers is fullness of life. Hers is the abundant wealth. 
 
 I see her plump like chestnuts in their burs. I see 
 her ruddy like roses in quickened and perfect life. 
 
 From all sickness she is free. In fullness of physical 
 well-being she has plenteous liberty. In every pulse 
 and throb of her body; in eveiy glow and gleam of 
 her brain; in every truth and tenderness of her heart; 
 in the heights and depths of her soul, she is the child 
 of Love and realizes the perfection of Love. 
 
 This is the joyous truth. I affirm it for myself. I 
 affirm it for her. 
 
 In this great affirmation of truth I rest my heart 
 and have peace. 
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LIFE ITSELF 
 
 HERE is an inmost center from 
 which all life proceeds. 
 
 That inmost center is Life Itself. 
 It is my origin and meaning. 
 It radiates me. 
 It radiates through me. 
 There is no worry nor waste nor 
 fret nor failure at this center. 
 
 It is poised, peaceful and wise, and all its outgoing 
 energies achieve. 
 
 In it I am a living, thinking, achieving being. 
 From it I issue forth unto the deed of my life in 
 the world. 
 
 By I it I am enwisdomed and empowered to do 
 the thing that wins. 
 
 I am wise to think true and balanced thoughts 
 about my business. 
 
 I have every needed power to live out those thoughts 
 unto achievement. 
 
 I speak the true and the winning word. I do the 
 true and the winning thing. 
 
 I feel action through me greatening and achieving 
 success in my world of business. 
 
 The power of this success I consecrate unto my 
 own growth and ennoblement and unto the doing of 
 every good I can in this human world. 
 
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SLEEP. A MOTHER BOSOM 
 
 LEEP is a mother-bosom which God 
 gives for rest and renewing. 
 
 I am a child tonight, tired with 
 the play and toil and tear of business, 
 bruised with disappontments, fevered 
 with failures, restless, tossing about 
 with worry, with fear. 
 A child, and here is my Mother, Sleep. How gen- 
 tly she takes me in her arras. How tenderly she 
 gathers me to her bosom. With what a brooding of 
 all comfort she bends above me. With what a peace 
 she kisses down my tired lids. 
 
 bosom of down, silken and soft and soothing! 
 O deep soul of comfort ! O rest that renews, healing 
 my every hurt! No worry more. No wound more. 
 
 1 sleep, sleep, sleep. Deep, deep, deep down into 
 Love I go ; into Mother Love ; the Holy Mother Love 
 which begot me. And this is rest, and this is renewing. 
 
 I am begotten again, not in the womb of night, 
 but in the womb of Love. From the enhallowing 
 deeps of this Love, I will awaken new. I will come 
 forth a new soul, with new energies, with new wisdom, 
 with a new heart to love my work, with a new mind 
 to plan it, and a new hand to do it. 
 
 The day will be new, and I will be new and my 
 task will be new. My life will be new, and with new 
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Sleep, A Mother Bosom 
 
 joy I will live it. I am a child again, and all the 
 world lies around me with charm, and its countless joys 
 invite me to play. And I will play. 
 
 With laugh and shout and song I will play. I will 
 play fair. I will play hard. I will win. 
 
 Oh, the day shall be all so full of great achieve- 
 ment, of great satisfactions, of great power, of great 
 peace. My best day, this; my goldenest day, filled 
 and brimming with the wine of joy which I will press 
 from all the vines of life. 
 
 So down, down, down into the blessed Sleep. 
 Down into the Everlasting Love. Down into fullness 
 of life; and it is that Life's very fullness that is my 
 peace. 
 
 Into the Embosoming God I go, so welcomed by 
 Love to be created anew, that I come forth without 
 stain, without wound, without failure, without weak- 
 ness; that I come forth with newness and fullness of 
 life to live splendidly, achievingly, divinely. 
 
 Even so. And the Eternal Life will live in me 
 one day's full of its greatening grace. 
 
 03 
 
LOVE'S OWN CHILD 
 
 OU, my daughter, are Love's own 
 child. In Love you live and move 
 and have your being. 
 
 This Love is Spirit. This Love 
 is Life. 
 
 In this Spirit you are a perfect 
 soul. 
 
 This perfect is the perfect of life. 
 In your innermost being you are radiant life. 
 That Life shines out through your dear flesh, and 
 all the shadow of sickness is gone as dark before 
 daylight. 
 
 This radiant life fills all your body, and makes you 
 well and strong. 
 
 You are full of vitality, full of energy, full of 
 health. 
 
 Strength is your own. 
 
 You will awake from this sleep a healthy, vital, 
 strong girl. 
 
 You will run and not be weary. You will walk 
 and not faint. 
 
 No sickness can come nigh unto you. 
 Abundant health fills and thrills and protects you. 
 Fullness of life is yours, and I rejoice in and am 
 grateful for your abundant good health, your radiant, 
 fine, tireless vitality. 
 
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THE EVERLASTING MOTHERHOOD. 
 
 Y motherhood hves and moves and has 
 its being in the Everlasting Mother- 
 hood. The might of that Mother- 
 hood reinforces mine, giving it in still- 
 ness and peace the great power of 
 loving my son into a man perfect. 
 That Motherhood loves with me, 
 in me. It thinks with me, in me. 
 
 With me and in me, it makes of my boy a picture 
 of might and majesty which is so vivid and gently 
 compelling, that it possesses my son's veiy soul. It 
 stirs within him. It transforms him. He has come 
 to himself, his divinely breathful self. He realizes 
 what the Mind of the Divine Motherhood meant when 
 it brooded him in the deeps of her Motherhood. 
 
 That meaning he feels, he thinks, he speaks, he 
 lives, he is. 
 
 I refuse every doubt. This Divine Ideal my boy 
 is now in very spirit and in truth. 
 • I refuse every fear. My boy is this Divine Ideal, 
 now without defeat. No defeat can enter into him. 
 Nothing low and unlovely can possess him. 
 
 I refuse all discords. Nothing of inharmony can 
 possess this singing center of safe and Divine Ideal. 
 So vital is this song of my son's inmost being that 
 
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The Everlasting Motherhood 
 
 it sings out every discordancy of his outward, making 
 him a delight to all, as is all pleasant song. 
 
 I refuse ugliness. Nothing can mar his fine beauty. 
 It is the very beauty of the Everlasting Mother. 
 
 He, my boy, is good and true and beautiful. 
 
 This that I vividly think in the Divine Love is very 
 he. It is his inmost soul. As sunlight to possess the 
 day, it moves from his inmost center to enlight his 
 outermost circumference. 
 
 In quietness I abide in peace. In stillness I dwell 
 in power. 
 
 In gentleness of spirit I now see him his own Divine 
 Ideal. 
 
 Expectancy sits in my eyes to behold the outer 
 manifestation of this great inner spiritual creation, 
 which the Mother Eternal adoringly passions, and I 
 passion with Her. 
 
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OUK MOTHER 
 
 E worship a man God. We are in a 
 man-governed world. 
 
 When we see the cruelties every- 
 where, the hells of hate and nights of 
 despair, the heart cries out in its 
 anguish, "Oh, for a Mother! a 
 Mother!" 
 
 To be even a half orphan is desolation. I love my 
 Father. I reverence him. I obey hm. 
 
 But, oh, I want my Mother! my Mother! my 
 Mother! I am ahungered for Her love. I am athirst 
 for Her smile. I am afamished for Her divine tender- 
 ness. Oh, for the peace of Her bosom, and the gentle 
 safety of Her everlasting arms! 
 
 And is not God Mother as well as Father? 
 He is Love as well as Truth. And the Love of 
 Him is the Infinite Motherhood of Him. 
 
 The Divine Being is Man and Woman in the eter- 
 nal adoration of each other, begetting and loving their 
 children with an Everlasting Love. 
 
 The Divine Love and the Divine Truth are ever 
 together in Divine Wisdom. In the rapture of each 
 ether they beget a universe; in the holy joys 
 of each other they beget their human children. 
 And, in pure gladness for their multiplication, they 
 
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Our Mother 
 
 brood and sustain that which they have begotten, for- 
 getting not one of the countless. 
 
 We have been thinking truth about God, having 
 creeds and opinions, and all these harsh and dividing 
 experiences of our race. 
 
 Let us think love about Him, and we will grow 
 loving and brotherly, and the hurt of the race will be 
 healed, and the children of men will rejoice in 
 their Everlasting Mother. 
 
 Therefore, when thou pray est say: 
 
 Our Mother who art in Our Home Divine; 
 
 We hallow Thy name in our hearts — Thy name 
 which is Love Divine. 
 
 Mother our earth into home, knowing no love's lack, 
 no truth's scant, but only the fullness of life. 
 
 Mother each need of our life until Home fills our 
 hearts with its plenty and peace. 
 
 Love us until we grow white in Thy smile, knowing 
 nothing but love. 
 
 Let Thy Mother-Grace glow in our souls until no 
 evil can be any more than shadows can gloom out the 
 heart of white suns. 
 
 For Thine is its Love Divine, and Thine is its 
 Truth Divine, and Thine is the Wisdom Divine, and 
 Thine is our Home Divine, and we are Thy Children 
 Divine forever and ever, Amen! 
 
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A GRAIL AFFIKMATION 
 
 ENTERED in the Divine Love for 
 being, outraying in the Divine Truth 
 for manifestation, I am the uncreate 
 of the Divine Wisdom, voicing its 
 word create in the Spirit, speaking its 
 word create in the flesh. 
 
 I am a word made flesh to dwell 
 among men that I discover the truth of myself, to feel* 
 it, to think it, to word it, to deed it, to live it, to be 
 it, — to vision in it in the Spirit, to actualize in it in 
 the Eternity. 
 
 In this truth I afHrm: 
 
 I AM I AM I AM 
 Something of me in all this outer natural, the final 
 of me in all this inner of the spiritual, I genius my 
 mind into truth; I genius my heart into love; I genius 
 my consciousness into wisdom; I genius my flesh into 
 health; I genius my life into holiness; I genius my 
 spirit into beauty; I genius myself into heavens of 
 being : 
 
 I AM I AM I AM 
 
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KINDLY LIGHT 
 
 by JOHN MILTON SCOTT 
 
 A Book of Devotion, Heartening, Harmonizing, 
 
 Peace-Giving. 
 
 In its Third Edition. 
 
 "I want to bear my testimony to the fact that 
 from time to time I fairly revel in the delight that 
 some of the poems of * Kindly Light* give me. — CcrU 
 rude A. Barrett. 
 
 One can not criticise these poems and prayers; 
 they are beyond criticism. 1 hey are the whispers 
 of the soul in the secret place of the Most High. As 
 we listen to them, we find ourselves drawn within the 
 most holy place of the temple, and becoming conscious 
 of the presence of the Infinite and Divine. — Rev. R. 
 Heber Newton, D. D. 
 
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