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.
A human being has so many skins inside, covering the depths of the heart. We know so many things, but we don’t know ourselves!
Sweet be the glances we exchange, our faces showing true concord; Enshrine me in your heart and let one spirit dwell within us.
May our heart’s garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.
