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I Who Speak

Sometimes As I Write, the 'I' becomes "We” and yet remains 'I.'
There is a Consciousness which, while It remains One, is a symphony of harmoniously blended parts.
I write, and I watch myself writing.
I Know, and yet I wonder at the knowing.
I am the student and, at the same time, I am the Teacher.
As Teacher, I stand in Majesty looking upon the world below.
As student, I look up humbly and amazed.
I speak and, presently, there blends with my voice the melodious Voices of Others.
One Meaning in many tones is unfolded.
So the tones of the seven-stringed Lyre are all sounded; one here, another there, in groups and, finally, all together.
And before this Melody I sit entranced, filled to the brim and more.
I who Speak none will ever know until, on that final Day he finds Himself, when I appear in all My Glory.




Dr. Franklin Merrell Wolff

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