I don’t like the word ‘superstar’. It has ridiculous implications. These words – star, stupor, superstar, stupid star – they’re misleading. It’s a myth.
We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace.
This Self who gives rise to all works, all desires, all odours, all tastes, who pervades the universe, who is beyond words, who is joy abiding, who is ever present in my heart, is Brahmn indeed. To him I shall attain when my ego dies.
Take a look at your natural river. Are you riding with it? Or are you rowing against it? Don’t you see that there is no effort if you’re riding with your river?
If we are looking for change in this world – from a physical and spiritual stand-point – it will never happen until we restore honour to women…nothing new will be created. If we don’t do it, we as a species are done for.
