Mortal one, follow the sun's bidding It dips not East nor West, but only seeming draws a course into your very being. And so be at rest in the One Whose heart, though aching, is always at peace within you. The inner sanctum calls and you must answer: Where dwellest thou now? In fervent heat and fire? Or in coolest meadow lie? Where dwellest thou now, oh, little one of My Heart? Come unto Me, I call thee to me now and in every living, breathing moment. I call thee to me in deepest earnest. I call thee to my breast... Come, little one, come.
