Once A Person Has Faith, He Has

The Young Bamboo Can Be Easily Bent, But The Full Grown Bamboo Breaks When It Is Bent With Force. It Is Easy To Bend The Young Heart Towards God, But The Untrained Heart Of The Old Escapes The Hold Whenever It Is So Drawn.

Take The Case Of The Infinite Ocean. There Is No Limit To Its Water. Suppose A Pot Is Immersed In It: There Is Water Both Inside And Outside The Pot. The Jnani Sees That Both Inside And Outside There Is Nothing But Paramatman. Then What Is This Pot? It Is 'i-consciousness'. Because Of The Pot The Water Appears To Be Divided Into Two Parts; Because Of The Pot You Seem To Perceive An Inside And An Outside. One Feels That Way As Long As This Pot Of 'i' Exists. When The 'i' Disappears, What Is Remains. That Cannot Be Described In Words.

The Ordinary Man Says In His Ignorance, "my Religion Is The Sole Religion, My Religion Is The Best." But When His Heart Is Illuminated By The True Knowledge, He Knows That Beyond All The Battles Of Sects And Of Sectaries Presides The One, Indivisible, Eternal And Omnipresent Benediction.

It Is On Account Of The Ego That One Is Not Able To See God. In Front Of The Door Of God's Mansion Lies The Stump Of Ego. One Cannot Enter The Mansion Without Jumping Over The Stump.

The Vanities Of All Others May Gradually Die Out, But The Vanity Of A Saint Regarding His Sainthood Is Hard Indeed To Wear Away.