Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship in
this lonely dark corner of a
temple with doors all
shut? Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee!
He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where the pathmaker
is breaking stones. He is with them in sun and in shower, and his garment is
covered with dust. Put of thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the
dusty soil!
Deliverance? Where is this deliverance to be found? Our master himself has
joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation; he is bound with us all for ever.
Come out of thy meditations and leave aside thy flowers and incense! What harm is
there if thy clothes become tattered and stained? Meet him and stand by him in
toil and in sweat of thy brow.