I Asked For Strength, And God Gave

Love Manifests Towards Those Whom We Like As Love; Towards Those Whom We Do Not Like As Forgiveness.

Life Is A Symphony, And The Action Of Every Person In This Life Is The Playing Of His Particular Part In The Music.

I Had Composed Songs, I Sang, And Played The Vina. Practising This Music I Arrived At A Stage Where I Touched The Music Of The Spheres. Then Every Soul Became A Musical Note, And All Life Became Music. Inspired By It I Spoke To The People, And Those Who Were Attracted By My Words Listened To Them Instead Of Listening To My Songs.

The One Spirit Of Life Is Given Different Names, The Sacred Names. We More Easily Recognize The Spirit Of Life By The Particular Name To Which We Are Accustomed. So Far We Are Right, But The Mistake We Make, And It Is To Our Loss, Is To Ignore Or Deny The Same Truth Because It Is Given To Us In Another Form And Under Another Name. We Limit It. We Say The Truth Existed Only In That Period When Certain Teachers Came To The World, And That After That It Stopped.

Every Mind Has Its Particular Standard Of Good And Bad, And Of Right And Wrong. This Standard Is Made By What One Has Experienced Through Life, By What One Has Seen Or Heard; It Also Depends Upon One's Belief In A Certain Religion, One's Birth In A Certain Nation And Origin In A Certain Race. But What Can Really Be Called Good Or Bad, Right Or Wrong, Is What Comforts The Mind And What Causes It Discomfort. It Is Not True, Although It Appears So, That It Is Discomfort That Causes Wrongdoing. In Reality, It Is Wrongdoing Which Causes Discomfort, And It Is Right-doing Which Gives Comfort.