July, 1965
Om, Supreme Lord, God of kindness and mercy.
Om, Supreme Lord, God of love and beatitude.
I am tired of our infirmity, but it is not to rest that this body aspires, it aspires to the plenitude of Your consciousness, it aspires to the splendor of Your light, it aspires to the magnificence of Your power – above all, it aspires to the glory of Your all-powerful and eternal love.
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