The ornament of the night is the moon, that of the day is the sun. The ornament of the devotee is devotion, that of devotion knowledge. The ornament of knowledge is meditation, and that of meditation is renunciation. The ornament of renunciation, says Tulsi, is pure, unalloyed peace.
Faith is nourishment, virtuous deeds are a shelter, wisdom is light by day and right mindfulness is protection by night.
As rivers flow into the ocean but cannot make the vast ocean overflow, so flow the streams of the sense - world into the sea of peace that is the sage.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
