In our culture we have such respect for musical instruments; they are like part of God.
Offer your gratitude to God. Then you will feel that inside you a sweet, fragrant and beautiful flower is growing. That is the flower of humility.
By the cross we, too, are crucified with Christ; but alive in Christ. We are no more rebels, but servants; no more servants, but sons!
When did I realise I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realised I was talking to myself.
He is the living One; there is no god but He: call upon Him, giving Him sincere devotion.
Realise your oneness with God, remaining continually intent on identifying with its nature, and joyfully drink the bliss of God within, for what use is there in other, empty things?
Chant the name of God with heartfelt devotion. Everything else is just a pompous worldly show.
