Present in all before they are born,
My voice is heard by every man,
By carpenters as well as kings,
By the ignorant as well as the wise.
Some, on hearing my call, pause, and
Upon pausing, think.
Thinking, they reflect, and
Upon reflecting, believe.
Believing in me,
Their hearts respond to my call, and
Responding to my call,
They wish to grow closer.
Hearing me within their hearts, they
Long to return to the union of spirit
From whence they issued forth into
The world of flesh.
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Wishing to grow closer, they seek me.
Some come to me by addition,
Inviting me to share their lives;
These are my devotees, and they are dear to me.
Others come to me by subtraction,
Removing the ash from their lives and
Making room for the ember of
Spirit within them to grow.
These, my renunciants, are closest to me.
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