God has no marks, colour, caste, and no ancestors, no form, complexion, outline, costume and is indescribable. He is fearless, luminous and measureless in might. He is the king of kings, the Lord of the prophets. He is the sovereign of the universe, gods, men and demons. The woods and dales sing the indescribable. O Lord, none can tell Thy names. The wise count your blessings to coin your names.
Offer your gratitude to God. Then you will feel that inside you a sweet, fragrant and beautiful flower is growing. That is the flower of humility.
Everything created by God is good, and nothing is to be rejected if is received with thanksgiving: for then it is consecrated by the word of God and prayer.
In our culture we have such respect for musical instruments; they are like part of God.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
