That the birds of worry and care fly over your head, this you cannot change, but that they build nests in your hair, this you can prevent.
There’s harmony and inner peace to be found in following a moral compass that points in the same direction, regardless of fashion or trend.
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.
He is not obtained by mouthing mere words, but by rooting out ego from within.
