If the mind becomes balanced and detached, and comes to dwell in its own true home, imbued with the love of God, then it enjoys the essence of supreme spiritual wisdom; it shall never feel hunger again.
Devotion to God’s Name is my lamp; In this lamp is poured the oil of suffering. The light of realisation burns away this oil…Vast loads of firewood are reduced to ashes by a tiny spark of fire.
One day there will be no borders, no boundaries, no flags and no countries and the only passport will be the heart.
For him who has completed the journey, for him who is sorrowless, for him who from everything is wholly free, for him who has destroyed all ties, the fever of passion exists not… He is like a pool, unsullied by mud; to such a balanced one, life’s wanderings do not arise. Calm is his mind, calm is his speech, calm is his action, who, rightly knowing, is wholly freed, perfectly peaceful and equipoised.
