If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
We need to be aware of our own selves, our body, our breath, our mind, how the mind works. Become confident of who you are.
We should not fret for what is past, nor should we be anxious about the future; men of discernment deal only with the present moment.
There is nothing wrong with God’s creation. Mystery and suffering only exist in the mind.
I wish to make a special appeal to mothers to take up the sacred responsibility of keeping the lamp of sangita (music) burning bright in their homes and to instill a love for good music in their children from a tender age.
