Christmas, here again. Let us raise a loving cup: Peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up.
Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.
He is the true hero who fights to protect the helpless; though cut limb from limb, flees not the field.
The entire world may not change. But your tiny world you can and will change forever at this very moment with the help of your confidence-heart. Yours will be the unparalleled victory.
Slowly and steadily cleanse the mind; sharpen the intellect, purify the senses, and win grace.
If the mind becomes balanced and detached, and comes to dwell in its own true home, imbued with reverence for the Divine, then it enjoys the essence of supreme spiritual wisdom; it shall never feel hunger again.
