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GUIDING-STAR
The sacred stream of compassion
Eternally flows in my heart, Ever rings the sentiment: Blessed be the fate
Of the entire universe .... It was the beclouded night of dismay. Dreary was the path. There was no friend, no colleague. None was beside to hold the beacon-lamp of hope through that darksome night. Providence was exhorting me to move apace, a lone wayfarer. Whatever the destination, unwavering was this resolve: to move ahead, never to flinch!
Penetrating that beleaguered lonesome path, a hallowed voice rang through an arch spanning two thousand years and more:
Soul is the friend
And soul alone the foe of soul! That Voice became the guiding-star of my struggling soul. .... Under the sustaining bulwark of that GuidingStar, I started pacing along the deserted road. Ah! See the miracle! A hundred roses sprang up all over the desolate path fraught with thorns! My mind—my consciousness
