Greatness Is A Matter Of A Moment.

No More My Heart Shall Sob Or Grieve. My Days And Nights Dissolve In God's Own Light. Above The Toil Of Life, My Soul Is A Bird Of Fire Winging The Infinite.

You Hate Someone Whom You Really Wish To Love, But Whom You Cannot Love. Perhaps He Himself Prevents You. That Is A Disguised Form Of Love.

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.

Hope Is Sweet. Hope Is Illumining. Hope Is Fulfilling. Hope Can Be Everlasting. Therefore, Do Not Give Up Hope, Even In The Sunset Of Your Life.

Either Consciously Or Unconsciously We Are Searching For The Highest Self, Which Is At Once Eternal And Infinite.