XI
Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads!
Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple
with doors all shut? Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before
thee!
He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where
the path maker is breaking stones. He is with them in sun and in
shower, and his garment is covered with dust. Put of thy holy mantle
and even like him come down on the dusty soil!
Deliverance? Where is this deliverance to be found? Our master
himself has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation; he is
bound with us all for ever.
Come out of thy meditations and leave aside thy
flowers and
incense! What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and
stained? Meet him and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.
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