Only The Soul That Is

Life Was A Sorrowful Throb Of This Matter Teaching It Anguish, Teaching It Hope And Desire Trod Out Too Soon In The Mire, Life The Frail Joy That Regrets Its Briefness, Life The Long Sorrow.

When I Approached God At That Time, I Hardly Had A Living Faith In Him. The Agnostic Was In Me, The Atheist Was In Me, The Sceptic Was In Me And I Was Not Absolutely Sure That There Was A God At All. I Did Not Feel His Presence. Yet Something Drew Me To The Truth Of The Vedas, The Truth Of The Gita, The Truth Of The Hindu Religion.

Not Complete Inaction, Which Is An Error, A Confusion, A Self-delusion, An Impossibility, But Action Full And Free Done Without Subjection To Sense And Passion, Desireless And Unattached Works, Are The First Secret Of Perfection.

The Great Are Strongest When They Stand Alone, A God-given Might Of Being Is Their Force.

In Order To See, You Have To Stop Being In The Middle Of The Picture