Love is the firstborn, loftier than the gods, fathers and men. You, O Love, are the eldest of all, altogether mighty. To you we pay homage!...
Love is the firstborn, loftier than the gods, fathers and men. You, O Love, are the eldest of all, altogether mighty. To you we pay homage!...
Words can confer strength; they can drain it off; Words can gain friends; they can turn them into enemies; words can elevate or lower the individual. One must learn the habit of making one’s words sweet, soft, and pleasant.
Open yourself, create free space; release the bound one from his bonds! Like a newborn child, freed from the womb, be free to move on every path!
The mind is the instrument, the flywheel, and the thickest comrade of man. Through it, one can ruin oneself or save oneself. Regulated and controlled, channeled properly it can liberate; wayward and let loose, it can entangle and bind fast.