Every one of us has in him a continent of undiscovered character. Blessed is he who acts as Columbus to his own soul.
Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.
One who identifies himself with his soul regards bodily transmigration of his soul at death fearlessly, like changing one cloth for another.
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.
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
Spiritual teacher enjoins us to comprehend by our soul the infinite spirit which is in the depth of the moving and changing facts of the world; the urging of our artistic nature.
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.
When an exalted soul realises that all sentient beings are one in relation to the Supreme – that is, that all beings are the minute parts of the One – how shall he have any more delusion and what grief will come to him?
