The One who, himself without colour, by the manifold application of his power distributes many colours in his hidden purpose, and into whom, it’s end and it’s beginning, the whole world dissolves - He is God!
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.
I wish to make a special appeal to mothers to take up the sacred responsibility of keeping the lamp of sangita (music) burning bright in their homes and to instill a love for good music in their children from a tender age.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.
Blessed with a priceless life, why should I not fit it with compassion for all beings?
