scent of the rose to the rose, as the colour of a flower to the flower. … Men talk of one God as if there could be two or three. There’s just God—the All-pervading, the Essence of Being, the heart of the heart of Beauty, the great first Flame which lights every flame that leaps into life. … Light and light and light, brilliance at the soul of brilliance … the God-spark in every soul, in everything created …only by recognizing this shall we recognize God, there is no other way.
“… Yes! the windows of the soul get dimmed and the flame gives no light. Is that the fault of the flame? Clean the windows of the soul; such work is allowed to man, such only, not his to create Light, that was and is from Eternity.
“One day all the several sparks of light will go back to the Great Central Light whence they came, the soul will find God. … What need to make haste? What need to fret? Every soul must find God at long last … light will return to Light.”
In countries loved of the Buddha one sees by the roadside a little shrub with white leaves among the green. The Buddha passed that
