No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
The gulf between I and you is the ego. When the ego is removed the distance disappears and the ‘I’ and ‘you’ also disappear. They merge to become one — and that is love.
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
Be more humble than a blade of grass, more tolerant than a tree, always offering respect onto others and never expecting any in return.
Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
Nothing I say can explain to you divine love. Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
