| BkV:19.I.1 | Come, pupil of my eye longing for my mother's heart, sons and daughters of perfection, you who have dedicated so many hours, so many days, to unite yourself to the Eternal. You, whose hearts beat to the rhythm of eternal life, are the abode of light. You are that from which all luminescence is born. You are one with me. Everything that belongs to the Mother belongs to you. |