| BkI:1.I.2 | There is a refuge in creation, in the created universe. That refuge is the threshold of essence and is essence itself. It is all light. It is beauty, formless, and multi-formed. It is colorless and at the same time full of nuances as if it were a color palette with which a rainbow is painted. That refuge of light, of beauty, of fulfillment, of union is all life. From it comes life. In it is held all existence. It gives shape to universes of created universes and those yet to be created. Nothing disturbs the peace, tranquility, security, and solace of this refuge in which the perennial breeze refreshes everything. All creation is created within this shelter. Every process of infinite processes, in perfect union of infinite worlds, is constellated within the bosom of power and glory. Within this shelter all security is given and cannot be threatened by anything or anyone. |