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.
The Self, having in dreams enjoyed the pleasures of sense, gone hither and thither, experienced good and evil, hastens back to the state of waking from which he started. As a man passes from dream to wakefulness, so does he pass from this life to the next.
The end product of education should be a free, creative man, who can battle against historical circumstances and adversities of nature.
Don’t let a mad world tell you that success is anything other than a successful present moment.
We all have the power of thought – so what are you lacking? If you have willpower, then you can change anything. It is usually said that you are your own master.
