the stars, and watched a thunderstorm come over the sea.  We must guard our dreams and intuitions not only from the intellects of others but most of all from our own.  Yet our faith must be precisely bounded, although this boundary is to be none other than the infinite succession of points where time and eternity meet and bow down before God.  This morning I saw His Beauty in a daisy. ...  I do not believe that God will reveal His mysteries if we seek to know them, without inflicting a penalty.  The way of knowledge is the way of silent patience, which lies quietly dreaming of Love till the flood washes it with Living Light.

August 18.

Every time we look into another’s soul we may enter Paradise.  There is an indescribable grace in the air this first day of prescient autumn.  The summer has taught me the secret of loneliness and the infinite way of satisfying its desire.  To be alone with God we must be intimate with the beauty in the eyes of every face, and yet absolutely detached save from one’s family and friend.  Life’s ideal is to see the end in the beginning, and act the road between.  This is no other than the eternal life of the Alpha and Omega.  But the essence of it in time is that the whole tide of humanity should ebb and flow in our breast.  It requires a crucifixion to drink in all its saltness.  I found the dunes beyond the lagoon this morning and sank into God in the wind of the sunlit blue.  When I returned, the people were coming from Church.  Tonight the Host was quivering gold, and as I write the planets are ringing in my ears.  I pray that at the end I may come to the Heart of Eternal Silence.

August 19.

On the dunes this morning toward Wonder Island ...  Eternity is infinite speed.  Time is the dragwheel, nothing more.  Hence the significance of “when eternity reaffirms the conception of an hour.”  Flame is the symbol of time as dew is the symbol of eternity.  They meet in Christ and through Him in the human race.  The moon properly loved is the kindness of time, as the sun is the reflected love of Eternity made Flesh in the Host on the altar. ...  Tonight I desire only silence to love.

August 20.

On the dunes toward Wonder Island this morning I lost space and walked upon the blue ringing a cycle of stars in either hand.  But I felt no sense of distance and the seed of the sands blew on the wind which carried me.  It taught me how to walk softly through life, and coming home I had the sand in my hair.  I know now what clouds are, softer than the breasts of doves.  God’s flying sorrows are the sandals of the soul.  They make us His angels, Mercuries of Light.  The sun has not bled for many a night, but has slowly descended in silver splendor, always a second dawn with its fresh, keen, cool surprises.  Today was the grace of last night’s desire.  The wonder of it this morning was my complete surrender, the assurance with which I moved on the singing skies as my native element.  I