THE JOY OF UNION IS SOUNDLESS I wonder why people make so much noise in calling upon God. Their beating of drums looks an empty sounding of little pebbles in a tin can. I again give you an illustration from life. The lover of a mere woman shuts all doors,
Have you seen the great Himalayas that shine within you? Over its golden peaks, make your huts and live there. The vision precipitated in you of the Himalayas is the token that he is on his visit to you this hour. Whenever you feel these supreme heights in you this
When religion gets low in us we feel within ourselves an inclination towards the lower thoughts (of love for material gains and passion towards lower tastes.)
In some cases the fall is also a necessity of the reaction of complex emotion you cannot tell. And those supports in their turn are
Love is innocent labor to find our own share from the infinite beauty of gods. Exactly some times we get it without much effort and sometimes we stain oceans and get nothing. Love is not only labor but also fruit, we must turn our eyes upwards and see to the
FREEDOM IN SELF-REALIZATION
the religious feeling of this great intensity is as free subjectively as it is restrained in the physical sense. This restraint is not put on it; it is spontaneous. Wherever the flash of perfect beauty falls on the heart of man, its effect is as of lightning. This
To clear the mind of dogmatic theological debris, it is essential to attune it to the Divine Vision within, which alone can guide us through the worldly consciousness of the cosmos, to the Divine Consciousness.This is the only way to transcend the sordid (disgusting) world of the illusive Maya, and
Pure thoughts are Divine forces which pervade human existence right from the birth. They radiate joy, hope, solace and peace to the entire humanity. Persistent thoughts of egoistic desire, selfishness, and covetousness breed, develop and nourish anger, hatred, jealousy, revenge and the like, which give rise to malicious tendencies leading
Silence seals the lips of the Disciple. He had found happiness in himself; nothing else maters. His life is consecration to the Beloved; unquestioning obedience to His Will, waiting for the best wisdom to ripen when it ripens. The Disciple’s heart is a sharp that shivers with music of being,
I am dying, take me to the city where He dwells. Lay me in the dust which caries His footprints and leave me there! Anoint me with the dust under His feet, I am well. I feel my heart-beat singing the old song again. My eyes open on a new
Silence seals the lips of the Disciple. He had found happiness in himself; nothing else maters. His life is consecration to the Beloved; unquestioning obedience to His Will, waiting for the best wisdom to ripen when it ripens. The Disciple’s heart is a sharp that shivers with music of being,
