The Secret Rose Garden, by Florence Lederer, [1920], at sacred-texts.com
PART XI
THE SELF
THE GAMBLE OF THE SELF
REAL prayer can only be yours
When you have staked and gambled yourself away
And your essence is pure.
Then "a joy of the eyes" are your prayers
And no separation remains,
For knower and known are one and the same.
TRANSCEND SELF
RISE above time and space,
Pass by the world, and be to yourself your own world.
SELFLESSNESS
IN the empty heart, void of self
Can be heard the echoing cry,
"I am the Truth."
Thus is man one with the Eternal,
Travelling, travel and traveller have become one.