No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought. The final end of the Nature’s dance; I am it whom I have sought. A realm of bliss bare, ultimate, beyond both knower and known. A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the one alone. I have crossed the secret ways of life; I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; I am the way, the God-Soul. My spirit aware of all the heights, I am mute in the core of the Sun. I barter nothing with time and deeds; my cosmic play is done.
One day there will be no borders, no boundaries, no flags and no countries and the only passport will be the heart.
When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it! You grab it and honour it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.
Letting go of fear, attachment, grief and anger is the sannyasin’s renunciation. He savours only the taste of his oneness with the ultimate reality.
Worship means reverence and humility. If you can wipe out evil desires and harbour good thoughts, even if nothing shows, it’s worship. Such form is its real form.
