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.
Hear good things, see good, do good, think good, then you get the Grace of God, as all the evil tendencies will be uprooted.
The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire. Your essence is gold hidden in dust. To reveal its splendour you need to burn in the fire of love.
We cannot hold a torch to light another’s path without brightening our own first.
Desireless, serene, immortal, self-existent, contented with the essence, lacking nothing, is He. One has no fear of death who has known Him, the Atman - serene, ageless, youthful.
