Hark! Hark to the wind! Tis the night, they say, when all souls come back from the far away - The dead, forgotten this many a day!
Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.
You love your family, but not your neighbor. You love your parents, but not others’ parents. You love your religion, but not all religions. You love your country, but not all countries. This is not true love, it is limited love. Transformation of limited love into divine love is the goal of spirituality.
Food to a large extent is what holds a society together and eating is closely linked to deep spiritual experiences.
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.
