Within the lotus of the heart He dwells, where nerves meet like spokes of a wheel at its hub. Meditate on Him as Aum, Easily may you cross the sea of darkness.
I have come to light the lamp of love in your hearts, to see that it shines day by day with added lustre.
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.
If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
May our heart’s garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.
