In many a form of goodness, O Love, you show your face. Grant that these forms may penetrate within our hearts. Send elsewhere all malice!
Choose your own way, to suit your own taste, temperament and capacity. There’s no need to criticise or condemn those who follow a different path. Spiritual hunger is the same in all – the ‘food’ to satisfy their hunger may vary.
For me, meditation re-orders the natural flow of life. Everybody has a flow or stream of consciousness that allows all things to move without resistance. Decisions come easily, things fall into place, and there’s no conflict.
Love is the scent with the lotus born. It is the silent choirs of petals singing winter’s harmony of uniform beauty. Love is the song of the soul, singing to God. It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets – sun and moonlit.
