How to call It?

develop in the ambit of separation and the ignorance of their source.

Is not there someone else who grows?

Is not there, behind the stage and the scene, someone who watches and absorbs and sifts and assimilates and unifies, in the silence and peace of true consciousness?

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It is this “someone” whom the body recognizes.

Neither “he” nor “she”, but oneself truly.

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And this “someone”, the direct offspring of the Source and its emissary emanated within the human heart, kneaded by the same Grace which smiles in the exquisite beauty of a flower and the sumptuous crest of a wave, the gurgling scintillating stream upon the pebbles in the sunlight or the tender gait of an otter, this same Grace which sustains and nourishes the infinite Matter – yes, this “someone” grows too: first deposited like a spark under the loam, then an invincible glow behind the heaviness and the muddle and tangle of these lives, this presence surely becomes denser, without any haste or neglect, from its own immeasurable union with That which is One.

How to call That?

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