Our body in Kali yuga is a field of action: As a man sows, so is his reward. Nothing by empty talk is determined: Anyone swallowing poison must die. Brother! Behold the Creator’s justice: As are a man’s actions, so is his recompense.
Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance.
This is true knowledge: to seek the Self as the true end of wisdom always. To seek anything else is ignorance.
Love is the scent with the lotus born. It is the silent choirs of petals singing winter’s harmony of uniform beauty. Love is the song of the soul, singing to God. It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets – sun and moonlit.
If one fully understands the present moment, there will be nothing else to do, and nothing else to pursue.
