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structure of pure all-embracing Spirit! dynamic (never static!) Truth floodtiding Love vibrant freshflowing         overpouring ceaselessly                 encompassing and cherishing—                                                   exemplified                                                   worldwide                                                            mankind beloved without edges.                    no chosen race                    no coldly classed noncitizens                    no half-belonging access                        through some tie of                                     bloodline                                     land     or                                     language— Principle divine! the undergirding force is  infinite pure good!                                                   brothers                                                   equal in Christ, Truth,                                                   endless individuality                                                           everywhere in harmony.

No sign, no zodiac have we, No false dependence on the stars— Our heaven, perfect harmony, Surrounding us right where we are. For Life that is, and always was, Originates identity; God governs all, and what He does, As His reflection, so do we.

Far deep where only my heart's eye can see, rests spiritual intuition; that center point which sees harmony so inevitable, discord so impossible. Existing discoveries root safe in the eternal core, and those unborn are assured of blossom.

Never would we stand apart nor criticize our brother with a twisted limb. Then this one's need (why don't we recognize?) to make his way back to his Father's field, however falteringly, and there to yield and see man's origin with purer eyes.

Yes, our hearts did burn within us! For Cleopas and the other one So for us the Scriptures were opened As teacher and pupils alike were taught by the Christ. Begun in Jerusalem, This journey to Emmaus by Cleopas and the other one Can begin in many cities now, and for all Emmaus is reached: bread of Truth broken, Eyes opened to the journey that never began, never ends— Instruction by the Christ.

He lived! Brought forth in cold and dark, he made it warm. No place he ever went stayed dark.

Heat pulses; unbelievable undulations pumping the abstractions of the desert. Sweat in my eyes.

Perfection— not a state of "is to be" for all to see; not a state of being past, which did not last; but a state of being present "with the Lord. " Being.

begins in Acts 6:5. It seems to end as stones turn red with Stephen's blood.

Not bland truths powderpuffed on— cosmetic glossover of evil's ugliness— but affirmation of the irresistible root-radical error-wrenching death-defying foundation of faith, that dynamic Principle of gentle omnipotence, which effaces whatever seems to hide God's reflected beauty— perfect man. Jean M.