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.
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.
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.
Like the waves in great rivers, there is no turning back of that which has previously been done…The soul is bound with the fetters made of the fruit of good and evil.
Every one of us has in him a continent of undiscovered character. Blessed is he who acts as Columbus to his own soul.
True religion is not talk, or doctrines, or theories, nor is it sectarianism. It is the relation between soul and God.
To succeed, you must have tremendous perseverance, tremendous will. “I will drink the ocean”, says the persevering soul; “at my will mountains will crumble up”.
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.
Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.
