A yogi who perceives his real Self as separate from his active senses and their objects never becomes attached to anything. He is aware of the dream nature of the universe and watches it without being entangled in its complex but ephemeral nature.
To understand the immeasurable, the mind must be extraordinarily quiet, still.
We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace.
There is no end to craving. Hence, contentment alone is the best way to happiness. Stay content.
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.
