Each Aspirant Has To Be A Divine

The Whole World Is Looking For Miracles. Every Day It Is Dying To See Miracles. But Can There Be Any Miracle More Challenging, More Illumining And More Fulfilling Than To See And Feel The Infinite Beauty Of My Beloved Supreme Inside This Tinier Than The Tiniest Gratitude-heart Of Mine?

To Hope Is To Send Darkest Night Into Exile.

This Mind Is The Doubting Mind, And In The Doubting Mind We Can Never Feel The Presence Of Peace. We Can Feel The Presence Of Peace Only In The Loving Heart.

Arise, Awake! This Path Is Arduous. So We Learn From The Wise, And We Have To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. The Path Of Spirituality Is Not A Bed Of Roses. But Neither Is It A Chimerical Mist. The Golden Shores Of The Beyond Are Not A Mere Promise. The Crown Of Human Aspiration Is Bound To Be Fulfilled On The Golden Shores Of The Beyond.

Real Meditation Is Not Done By Us. It Is Done By Our Inner Pilot, The Supreme, Who Is Constantly Meditating In And Through Us. We Are Just The Vessel, And We Are Allowing Him To Fill Us With His Whole Consciousness.