“78: O SON OF MY HANDMAID! Quaff from the tongue of the merciful the
stream...”


O SON OF MY HANDMAID! Quaff from the tongue of the merciful the stream of
divine mystery, and behold from the dayspring of divine utterance the
unveiled splendor of the daystar of wisdom. Sow the seeds of My divine
wisdom in the pure soil of the heart, and water them with the waters of
certitude, that the hyacinths of knowledge and wisdom may spring up fresh
and green from the holy city of the heart.



“79: O SON OF DESIRE! How long wilt thou soar in the realms of desire?...”


O SON OF DESIRE! How long wilt thou soar in the realms of desire? Wings
have I bestowed upon thee, that thou mayest fly to the realms of mystic
holiness and not the regions of satanic fancy. The comb, too, have I given
thee that thou mayest dress My raven locks, and not lacerate My throat.



“80: O MY SERVANTS! Ye are the trees of My garden; ye must give forth...”


O MY SERVANTS! Ye are the trees of My garden; ye must give forth goodly
and wondrous fruits, that ye yourselves and others may profit therefrom.
Thus it is incumbent on every one to engage in crafts and professions, for
therein lies the secret of wealth, O men of understanding! For results