My Soul-bird Loves My Body-cage Only When

An Unaspiring Person Always Complaints. There Is No End To His Complaints. He Bitterly Complains Even When The Blessings Of Opportunity Knock At His Very Door.

Meditation Speaks. It Speaks In Silence. It Reveals. It Reveals To The Aspirant That Matter And Spirit Are One, Quantity And Quality Are One, The Immanent And The Transcendent Are One. It Reveals That Life Can Never Be The Mere Existence Of Seventy Or Eighty Years Between Birth And Death, But Is, Rather, Eternity Itself.

You And I Create The World By The Vibrations That We Offer To The World.

God Does Not Care If I Am Bad Or Good- He Wants My Love, Not My Sainthood.

Your Soul Has A Special Mission. Your Soul Is Supremely Conscious Of It. Maya, Illusion Or Forgetfulness, Makes You Feel That You Are Finite, Weak And Helpless. This Is Not True. You Are Not The Body. You Are Not The Senses. You Are Not The Mind. These Are All Limited. You Are The Soul, Which Is Unlimited. Your Soul Is Infinitely Powerful. Your Soul Defies All Time And Space.