For A Musician, Music Is The Best

I Played The Vina Until My Heart Turned Into The Same Instrument. Then I Offered This Instrument To The Divine Musician, The Only Muscian Existing. Since Then I Have Become His Flute, And When He Chooses He Plays His Music. The People Give Me Credit For This Music Which, In Reality, Is Not Due To Me, But To The Musician Who Plays His Own Instrument.

Every Passion, Every Emotion, Has Its Effect Upon The Mind. Every Change Of Mind, However Slight, Has Its Effect Upon The Body.

Music Is The Basis Of The Whole Creation. In Reality The Whole Of Creation Is Music, And What We Call Music Is Simply A Miniature Of The Original Music, Which Is Creation Itself, Expressed In Tone And Rhythm.

The Wonderful Thing Is That The Soul Already Knows To Some Extent That There Is Something Behind The Veil, The Veil Of Perplexity, That There Is Something To Be Sought For In The Highest Spheres Of Life, That There Is Some Beauty To Be Seen, That There Is Someone To Be Known Who Is Knowable.

I Gave Up My Music Because I Had Received From It All I Had To Receive. To Serve God One Must Sacrifice The Dearest Thing, And I Sacrificed My Music, The Dearest Thing To Me.