That deep silence has a melody of its own, a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discords of the world’s sounds.
Within the lotus of the heart He dwells, where nerves meet like spokes of a wheel at its hub. Meditate on Him as Aum, Easily may you cross the sea of darkness.
From craving is born grief, from craving is born fear. For one freed from craving there’s no grief – so how fear?
Sweet be the glances we exchange, our faces showing true concord; Enshrine me in your heart and let one spirit dwell within us.
This new life is endless, and even after my physical death it will be kept alive by those who live the life of complete renunciation of falsehood, lies, hatred, anger, greed and lust and who, to accomplish all this, do no lustful actions, do no harm to anyone.
