Taken, through successive waves of violence,Or burned when what remained was tumbled down.These are the last days of an edificeThat once commanded men to build, or war;That patron of the arts; that Age of Gold.Now an abode of bullet holes and rags,...
It is like the Sea of Reality. The believers are the waves of that Sea, one great Sea and a thousand waves as one. Again, Everlasting Life is like the rays of the Sun and the believers are windows; the Sun which produces the Light is One and the same. Into these soul-windows the ...