Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.
-Terri Guillemets "Terri Guillemets"
Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.
One who identifies himself with his soul regards bodily transmigration of his soul at death fearlessly, like changing one cloth for another.
He who knows his soul knows this truth: “I am beyond everything finite; I now see that the Spirit, alone in a space with its ever-new joy, has expressed itself as the vast body of nature…I am the wisdom and power that sustain all creation.”
True religion is not talk, or doctrines, or theories, nor is it sectarianism. It is the relation between soul and God.
Every one of us has in him a continent of undiscovered character. Blessed is he who acts as Columbus to his own soul.
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.
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.
Like the waves in great rivers, there is no turning back of that which has previously been done…The soul is bound with the fetters made of the fruit of good and evil.
The soul which is free from the defect of karma gets to the highest point of the universe, knows all and perceives all, and obtains the transcendental bliss everlasting.