Within the lotus of the heart He dwells, where nerves meet like spokes of a wheel at its hub. Meditate on Him as Aum, Easily may you cross the sea of darkness.
The human heart is a healer, which heals both others and ourselves.
If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
He who loves me is made pure; his heart melts in joy. He rises to transcendental consciousness by the rousing of his higher emotional nature. Tears of joy flow from his eyes, his hair stands on end, his heart melts in love. The bliss in that state is so intense that, forgetful of himself and his surroundings, he sometimes weeps profusely, or laughs, or sings, or dances; such a devotee is a purifying influence upon the whole universe.
Each day offers us the gift of being a special occasion if we can simply learn that as well as giving, it is blessed to receive with grace and a grateful heart.
