At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

The main object of teaching is not to give explanations, but to knock at the doors of the mind.

Our self (Soul), as a form of God's joy, is deathless. For his joy is amritham, eternal bliss. We know that the life of a Soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals of death in its journey to realize the infinite.

Everything has sprung from immortal life and is vibrating with life, for life is immense!

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

Go not to the temple to put flowers upon the feet of God, first fill your own house with the fragrance of love. Go not to the temple to light candles before the altar of God, first remove the darkness of sin from your heart. Go not to the temple to bow down your head in prayer, first learn to bow in humility before your fellow men. Go not to the temple to pray on bended knees, first bend down to lift someone who is down trodden. Go not to the temple to ask for forgiveness for your sins, first forgive from your heart those who have sinned against you.

Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.