Your hills, O Earth, your snow-clad mountain peaks, your forests, may they show us kindliness… Impart to us vitalising forces that come, O Earth from deep within your body, your central point, your navel, purify us wholly.
When an exalted soul realises that all sentient beings are one in relation to the Supreme – that is, that all beings are the minute parts of the One – how shall he have any more delusion and what grief will come to him?
One who identifies himself with his soul regards bodily transmigration of his soul at death fearlessly, like changing one cloth for another.
Life has meaning only in the struggle. Triumph or defeat is in the hands of the gods. So let us celebrate the struggle.
The ultimate freedom from the nonexistent ego is to see that it is actually irrelevant.
No work stains an individual who is pure, who is in harmony, who is master of his life, whose soul is one with the soul of all.
