He who loves me is made pure; his heart melts in joy. He rises to transcendental consciousness by the rousing of his higher emotional nature. Tears of joy flow from his eyes, his hair stands on end, his heart melts in love. The bliss in that state is so intense that, forgetful of himself and his surroundings, he sometimes weeps profusely, or laughs, or sings, or dances; such a devotee is a purifying influence upon the whole universe.
Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend…
We need to be aware of our own selves, our body, our breath, our mind, how the mind works. Become confident of who you are.
The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts… take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue and reasonable nature.
