It's a way of loving every step. Thus we heal from the infinite tears of the changes of matter and dissolution, and lift our love to the Masters and the Immortal Gods. We dare love utterly only that which can contain us. If the Masters loved us with all their power, we would fall in the madness of too much light.... Always, they give us all the love that we can endure.... We give our all to them and expand daily, until we know the passion to break ourselves open in ecstasy, like the king bee under the whirring wings of the queen. In the human body, the diaphragm is the surface of the waters. If our consciousness is below that, we are in generation. To become regenerated is to lift the balance of consciousness above--to rise like the lotus from the face of stilled waters.... It is a quickened vibration. Simultaneously, one lifts from cerebration to intuition--from the time of matter to the spaciousness of Soul--from the light of the camp-fire in the night, to the full day upon the plain--from the son of man to the Son of God--from the pain of loving with desire to the irresistible creativeness of wanting nothing but to give. III ... I was watching the pool this morning--fish and frogs and eels under the lily-pads--a slow cold life. They have colour and grace--but eyes of glass. They move so softly down in the dim coppery light.... I thought of the lakes and the seas, the simple cold of all life--the coldest and most rudimentary in the great deeps.... Birds were playing about in the rose gardens, darting in and out of the bamboo clumps and yucca stalks. Humming-birds were continually fanning the trumpet and honeysuckle vines.... I thought of the skylarks--throats that open only as wings beat upward, and the infinite blue harbours where the white gulls flash--the lonely lakes and tarns where the heron cross in the evening and the loon cries at night--the cypress deeps where the flamingoes commune in shaded glory, and the eagles that cross from peak to peak, along the spine of the continents. ... And then, of course, it came to me--the old conquest--how we must lift our consciousness above the face of the waters and put on our wings.... Many have almost finished with the waters of generation--the emotional body of man, the same as the planet.... In the beginning, it was necessary to "go down into the water"--the terms of the baptismal rite. Regeneration is "coming up out of the water." The struggle between the two dimensions is dramatically expressed by the faith, and the lapse of faith, of Peter when he obeyed the Lord, and arose to walk upon his storm-tossed lower self. His supplication as he sank saved him from perishing. Regenerated, he walked with the Lord upon the waters. I remember, too, the saying, "You must be born again of water and of spirit----," the story of regeneration told once more....