No work stains an individual who is pure, who is in harmony, who is master of his life, whose soul is one with the soul of all.
-Srimad Bhagavad Gita "Bhagwavad Gita 5.7"
No work stains an individual who is pure, who is in harmony, who is master of his life, whose soul is one with the soul of all.
Prana, the vital breath, is born of Self. Like a person and his shadow, the Self and Prana are inseparable. Prana enters the body at birth, but does not die with the body.
True religion is not talk, or doctrines, or theories, nor is it sectarianism. It is the relation between soul and God.
Every one of us has in him a continent of undiscovered character. Blessed is he who acts as Columbus to his own soul.
My Place is the placeless, my trace is the traceless; ‘I’ is neither body nor soul, for ‘I’ belong to the soul of the Beloved. I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one; One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.
For the soul there is neither birth nor death at any time. He has not come into being, does not come into being, and will not come into being. He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing and primeval. He is not slain when the body is slain.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
One who identifies himself with his soul regards bodily transmigration of his soul at death fearlessly, like changing one cloth for another.
When salt mixes with water, it takes the form of water. In the same way samadhi or trance means the mind merging with the cosmic soul or God.
O soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.