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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-05-06 | [Этот текст следует читать на // Русском english] | Submited by Sorana Lucia Salomeia The garden of Love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow and joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh. `````````````````````````````` "One went to the door of the Beloved and knocked. A voice asked, 'Who is there?' He answered, 'It is I.' The voice said, 'There is no room for Me and Thee.' The door was shut. After a year of solitude and deprivation he returned and knocked. A voice from within asked, 'Who is there?' The man said, 'It is Thee.' The door was opened for him." ```````````````````````` Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit. If that objective of yours is fully realized, that is "Light upon Light"... ...But at the very least, by practicing God's remembrance your inner being will be illuminated little by little and you will achieve some measure of detachment from the world.
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