He is the living One; there is no god but He: call upon Him, giving Him sincere devotion.
The voting booth joint is a great leveller, the whole neighbourhood – rich, poor, old, young, decrepit and spunky – they all turn out in one day.
Just as the soft rains fill the streams, pour into the rivers and join together in the oceans, so may the power of every moment of your goodness flow forth to awaken and heal all beings.
Everyone has in him something divine, something his own, a chance of perfection and strength in however small a sphere which God offers him to take or refuse. The task is to find it, develop it and use it.
First lose yourself, then only you find Him. The Beloved is not separate from you; just turn your face within.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
