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.
Blessed with a priceless life, why should I not fit it with compassion for all beings?
Any problem, big or small, within a family, always seems to start with bad communication. Someone isn’t listening.
The teacher should regard the pupil as his child. The pupil should regard the teacher as his parent.
