No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought. The final end of the Nature’s dance; I am it whom I have sought. A realm of bliss bare, ultimate, beyond both knower and known. A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the one alone. I have crossed the secret ways of life; I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; I am the way, the God-Soul. My spirit aware of all the heights, I am mute in the core of the Sun. I barter nothing with time and deeds; my cosmic play is done.
Once we surrender our mind to Divine Grace completely, we will be taken care of in every way.
Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind.
