At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language - door and open the love - window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
The devotee engages to the best of his ability into the play of life, fulfilling his role on this earth as student, employee, husband, wife, parent, neighbor, and community servant. But at the heart of the devotee is a burning desire for the Lord.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
Contemplating upon divine qualities, performing good deeds and chanting are all ways of destroying delusion through satsang.
The man who asks a question is a fool for a minute, the man who does not ask is a fool for life.
