He who loves me is made pure; his heart melts in joy. He rises to transcendental consciousness by the rousing of his higher emotional nature. Tears of joy flow from his eyes, his hair stands on end, his heart melts in love. The bliss in that state is so intense that, forgetful of himself and his surroundings, he sometimes weeps profusely, or laughs, or sings, or dances; such a devotee is a purifying influence upon the whole universe.
To become conscious we must become Self-aware in the awareness of the observer Self-observing.
If we are mindful of the true nature of reality, then we never truly lose anyone - even to death.
Happiness comes from the soul’s satisfaction not from satisfaction of vitals or body.
Breathing in, I calm body and mind. Breathing out, I smile, dwelling in the present moment, I know this is the only moment.
