KUSHTEA,

_5th October 1895_.

The religion that only comes to us from external scriptures never becomes

our own; our only tie with it is that of habit. To gain religion within is

man's great lifelong adventure. In the extremity of suffering must it be

born; on his life-blood it must live; and then, whether or not it brings

him happiness, the man's journey shall end in the joy of fulfilment.

We rarely realise how false for us is that which we hear from other lips,

or keep repeating with our own, while all the time the temple of our Truth

is building within us, brick by brick, day after day. We fail to

understand the mystery of this eternal building when we view our joys and

sorrows apart by themselves, in the midst of fleeting time; just as a

sentence becomes unintelligible if one has to spell through every word of

it.

When once we perceive the unity of the scheme of that creation which is

going on in us, we realise our relation to the ever-unfolding universe. We

realise that we are in the process of being created in the same way as are

the glowing heavenly orbs which revolve in their courses,--our desires,

our sufferings, all finding their proper place within the whole.

We may not know exactly what is happening: we do not know exactly even

about a speck of dust. But when we feel the flow of life in us to be one

with the universal life outside, then all our pleasures and pains are seen

strung upon one long thread of joy. The facts: _I am, I move, I

grow_, are seen in all their immensity in connection with the fact that

everything else is there along with me, and not the tiniest atom can do

without me.

The relation of my soul to this beautiful autumn morning, this vast

radiance, is one of intimate kinship; and all this colour, scent, and

music is but the outward expression of our secret communion. This constant

communion, whether realised or unrealised, keeps my mind in movement; out

of this intercourse between my inner and outer worlds I gain such

religion, be it much or little, as my capacity allows: and in its light I

have to test scriptures before I can make them really my own.

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