Across the deserts, seas, and mountains,
You transport yourselves in one breath.
And there, face to face, we meet.
There is no space. Time exists not.
The power of knowledge is manifested.
Is it easy to soar when you have wings?
I shall say, it is easy for those who sense their wings.
But those for whom the cup of worldliness is sweet,
fly not.
Chained to their idol, their delight, whither to fly?
By experience will you learn the fruitlessness of
earthly desires.
It is simple, for all things are simple.
Soar with your thoughts. Fly by affirmation.
Fly by love.
And you will realize the joy of flying.
And the gulf of life will remain far below you.
And a miracle of flaming colors will radiate
near the splendor of the Southern Cross.
All is attainable.
Leaves of Morya’s Garden I §328, Agni Yoga Society
