I Love Everybody. Each One Plays The

Love Is Essentially Self-communicative: Those Who Do Not Have It Catch It From Those Who Have It.... No Amount Of Rites, Rituals, Ceremonies, Worship, Meditation, Penance And Remembrance Can Produce Love In Themselves. None Of These Is Necessarily A Sign Of Love. On The Contrary, Those Who Sigh Loudly And Weep And Wail Have Yet To Experience Love. Love Sets On Fire The One Who Finds It. At The Same Time It Seals His Lips So That No Smoke Comes Out

I Am Also An Artist. I Have The Whole World As My Canvas. I Paint Souls.

Art Is One Of The Sources Through Which The Soul Expresses Itself And Inspires Others. But To Express Art Thoroughly, One Must Have The Inner Emotions Opened Thoroughly.

The Satisfaction Derived From The Fleeting Things Of Life Is Not Lasting; And Our Wants Remain Unfulfilled. There Is Thus A General Sense Of Dissatisfaction Accompanied By All Kinds Of Worries.

As You All Become More Intimate With Me, With Opportunities To Come Closer To Me, All That Is Good And Bad Within You Comes Out In Sparks, As It Were . . . All The Impressions Of The Past, The Accumulations Of Past Sanskaras - Of All Illusory Things, Which Includes Both Good And Bad - Come Out. My Proximity, The Intimacy With Me, Just Changes That Mass Of Sanskaras, And Sometimes You Find Sparks Of Good And Bad Flying Out.