For the soul there is neither birth nor death at any time. He has not come into being, does not come into being, and will not come into being. He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing and primeval. He is not slain when the body is slain.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
O Lord of all, hail unto Thee! The Soul of all, causing all acts, enjoying all, all life art Thou! Lord of all pleasure and delight!
O soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
To succeed, you must have tremendous perseverance, tremendous will. “I will drink the ocean”, says the persevering soul; “at my will mountains will crumble up”.
When salt mixes with water, it takes the form of water. In the same way samadhi or trance means the mind merging with the cosmic soul or God.
True religion is not talk, or doctrines, or theories, nor is it sectarianism. It is the relation between soul and God.
Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.
When an exalted soul realises that all sentient beings are one in relation to the Supreme – that is, that all beings are the minute parts of the One – how shall he have any more delusion and what grief will come to him?
The soul that is attached to anything, however much good there may be in it, will not arrive at the liberty of Divine union. For whether it be a strong wire rope or a slender and delicate thread that holds the bird, it matters not, if it really holds it fast; for until the cord be broken, the bird cannot fly.
