35 My Lord, My Lord, My...

My Lord, my Lord, my Lord,

How can I be a perfect instrument

Of Yours?

"My child, do not think of your future,

Do not think of your past,

Do not think of your present.

Just think of this very moment.

Try to see Me second by second,

And not minute by minute,

Not to speak of hour by hour.

Try to see yourself

Inside My own Heart-Garden,

And never desire to see yourself

Inside your own mind-forest.

Behold, My child!

I am declaring to the world at large

That you are My supremely

And eternally chosen instrument

And My proudest perfection-child."

8 September 1994

New York