from the book of mirdad

Mirdad:
When you say I , say forthwith in your heart,’ God be my refuge from the woes of I
and be my guide unto the bliss of I’, For in that word, albeit so very slight , is locked the soul of
every other word. Unlock it once, and fragrant is your mouth, and sweet the tongue therein;
each word of it shall drip with Life’s delights. Let it remain locked up, and foul is the mouth,
and bitter is the tongue; from every word of it shall ooze the pus of Death.

For, I, O monks, is the Creative Word. And save you grasp thereof the magic power, and save
you be that power the masters, you are too apt to groan when you would sing, or be at war ,
when you would be at peace; or cringe in goals dark, when you would soar in light.

Your I is but your consciousness of being, silent and incorporeal, made vocal and corporeal. It
is the inaudible in you made audible and the invisible made visible that , seeing , you may see
the un-seeable; and hearing, you may hear the un-hearable. For eye- and ear –bound yet are
you. And save you see with eyes, and save you hear with ears, you see and hear nothing at all.

By merely thinking I you cause a sea of thoughts to heave with in your heads. That sea is the
creation of your I and which is at once the thinker and the thought. If you have thoughts that
sting, or stab, or claw, know that the I in you alone endowed them with sting and tusk and claw.
Mirdad would have you know as well that that which can endow can also disendow.

By merely feeling I you tap a well of feelings in your hearts. That well is the creation of your I
which is at once the feeler and the felt. If there be briars in your hearts, know that the I in you
alone has rooted them therein.
Mirdad would have you know as well that that which can so readily root in, the same can as
readily root out.

By merely saying I you bring to life a mighty host of words; each word a symbol of a thing;
each thing a symbol of a world. Each world a part component of an universe. That universe is
the creation of your I which is at once the maker and the made. If there be some hobgoblins in
your universe, know that the I in you alone has brought them into being.
Mirdad would have you know as well that that which can create can also uncreate.

As the creator, so is the creation. Can anyone over- create himself? Or anyone under-create
himself? Himself alone – no more, no less – does the creator procreate.