Gleanings in Buddha-Fields

My home might be incredibly small, but it would never be too small, because I would have neither size nor form. I would be only a vibration—a motion as invisible as ether or magnetism—though I would be able at times to shape for myself a shadow-body in the likeness of my former visible self, whenever I wished to make an appearance.

As air is to a bird or water is to a fish, so all substance would be permeable to my essence. I would pass at will through the walls of my dwelling to swim in the long gold bath of a sunbeam, to vibrate in the heart of a flower, or to ride on the back of a dragonfly.

Power over life and power over death would be mine—along with the power of self-extension, the power of self-multiplication, and the power of being in all places at one and the same moment. Simultaneously, in a hundred homes, I would hear myself worshipped, and I would inhale the smoke of a hundred offerings. Each evening, from my place within a hundred household shrines, I would see the holy lights lit for me in small lamps of red clay and small lamps of brass—the lights of the