Turn All Things To Honey; This Is

When Thou Findest Thyself Scorning Another, Look Then At Thy Own Heart And Laugh At Thy Folly.

One May Come Armoured, Invinsible. His Will Immobile Meets The Mobile Hour. The World Blows Cannot Bend This Victor Head. Calm And Sure Are His Steps In The Growing Night. The Goal Recedes, He Hurries Not His Pace. He Asks From No Help From The Inferior Gods. His Eyes Are Fixed On The Immutable Aim.

There Is The Physical Mind Which Is Mechanical But The Awareness Which Is The Essential Character (dharma) Of The Mind Is Also To Some Extent Present There.

The Aggressive And Quite Illogical Idea Of A Single Religion For All Mankind, A Religion Universal By The Very Force Of Its Narrowness, One Set Of Dogmas, One Cult, One System Of Ceremonies, One Ecclesiastical Ordinance, One Array Of Prohibitions And Injunctions Which All Minds Must Accept On Peril Of Persecution By Men And Spiritual Rejection Or Eternal Punishment By God, That Grotesque Creation Of Human Unreason Which Has Been The Parent Of So Much Intolerance, Cruelty And Obscurantism And Aggressive Fanaticism, Has Never Been Able To Take Firm Hold Of The Indian Mentality.

A Hidden Bliss Is At The Root Of Things. A Mute Delight Regards Time's Countless Works: To House God's Joy In Things Space Gave Wide Room, To House God's Joy In Self Our Souls Were Born.