Love is the firstborn, loftier than the gods, fathers and men. You, O Love, are the eldest of all, altogether mighty. To you we pay homage!...
It’s the action, not the fruit of the action, that’s important. You have to do the right thing. It may not be in your power, may not be in your time, that there’ll be any fruit.
You created the counterfeit and the genuine. You appraise all people. You appraise the true, and place them in Your treasury; You consign the false to wander in delusion.
Open up, create free space; release the bound one from his bonds! Like a newborn child, freed from the womb, be free to move on every path!
When there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nation. When there is order in the nation, there will be peace in the world.
