Every second a seeker can start over, For his life's mistakes Are initial drafts And not the final version.

O kindle the fire of happiness ! Therein I shall see The door of friendliness, The room of greatness And the palace of godness. I shall see, I shall see.

I live in between My heart's compassion-rain And my life's oneness-gain.

Sympathy does not think. It acts. It acts to remove. The ceaseless sufferings. Of the world

Allow failure to teach you A supreme lesson: Each sunset is the beginning Of a very, very bright And powerful sunrise.

Now is the time to make good use of time. Today is the day to begin a perfect day.

If we can feel that it is not our voice, not our fingers, but some reality deep inside our heart which is expressing itself, then we will know that it is the soul’s music.