“Paramahansa Yogananda” insisted that we be divine warriors. That is what sadhana means that we become divine warriors, ready to face any trial that comes to us with indomitable will, indomitable determination, saying: ‘Lord, You have allowed this circumstance to come to me…. Teach me; show me what I am to learn from it …I will overcome, by using that soul force with which You have endowed me that divine understanding and discrimination and love, that faith which tells me that You are ever by my side and within me as the very power which moves this body and mind and spirit.’
“If you keep on with your spiritual efforts, practicing regularly the sadhana our Guru has taught, you will see that you are becoming a divine warrior, one who is supremely victorious in life. May God and Guru bring each one of you to that victory. Jai Guru!” ~ Sri Mrinalini Mata ~
Your mind should continually whisper: ‘Night and day I look for Thee, night and day’. That is the philosophy of life by which you should live. ~
I relax and cast aside all mental burdens, allowing God to express through me His perfect love, peace, and wisdom.
Friendship is God’s love shining through the eyes of your loved ones, calling you home to drink His nectar of all selfishness-dissolving unity. Friendship is God’s trumpet call, bidding the soul to destroy the partitions that separate it from other souls and from Him. True friendship unites two souls so completely that they reflect the unity of Spirit.
When true friendship exists between two souls and they seek spiritual love and God’s love together, when their only wish is to be of service to each other, their friendship produces the flame of Spirit. Through perfected divine friendship, mutually seeking spiritual perfection, you will find the one Great Friend.
“Words saturated with sincerity, conviction, faith, and intuition are like highly explosive vibration bombs, which, when set off, shatter the rocks of difficulties and create the change desired…. Sincere words or affirmations repeated understandingly, feelingly, and willingly are sure to move the Omnipresent Cosmic Vibratory Force to render aid in your difficulty. Appeal to that Power with infinite confidence, casting out all doubt; otherwise the arrow of your attention will be deflected from its mark.
“After you have sown in the soil of Cosmic Consciousness your vibratory prayer-seed, do not pluck it out frequently to see whether or not it has germinated. Give the divine forces a chance to work uninterruptedly.” ~
The person who meditates and always holds to the after effects of meditation throughout the day is the one who quickly approaches to Godliness and Cosmic Consciousness. There are thousands of persons who are material. Their movements are of materiality. They are matter in motion. Do not be like them. Cultivate inner calmness and poise.
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with their heart & soul. There is no such thing as separation.
Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you. Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion. Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.
The moon came to me last night with a sweet question.
She said, “The sun has been my faithful lover for millions of years.
Whenever I offer my body to him brilliant light pours from his heart.
Thousands then notice my happiness & delight in pointing toward my beauty.
Hafiz, Is it true that our destiny, is to turn into Light Itself?”
And I replied, Dear moon, Now that your love is maturing.
We need to sit together, close like this more often
So I might instruct you, how to become Who youAre!
Like a Life-Giving Sun
You could become a great horseman
And help to free yourself and this world
Though only if you and prayer become sweet Lovers.
It is a naive man who thinks we are not Engaged in a fierce battle,
For I see and hear brave foot soldiers All around me going mad,
Falling on the ground in excruciating pain.
You could become a victorious horseman
And carry your heart through this world
Like a life-giving sun
Though only if you and God become sweet Lovers!
Come back my love. My broken heart cannot bear more passion, No more promises. ♥ I’ve had enough of sleepless nights, Of my unspoken grief, Of my tired wisdom. ♥ Come my treasure, My breath of life. ♥ Come and dress my wounds And be my cure. ♥ Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.
You are a volume in the divine book A mirror to the power that created the universe Whatever you want, ask it of yourself Whatever you’re looking for can only be found Inside of you.
We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us.
Your heart & my heart are very, very old friends.
If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.
There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you?
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.
If I love myself I love you. If I love you I love myself.
Death is our wedding with eternity.
Let silence take you to the core of life.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill Where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don’t go back to sleep.
A BOWL FALLEN FROM THE ROOF
You that give new life to this planet, you that transcend logic, come. I am only an arrow. Fill your bow with me and let fly. Because of this love for you my bowl has fallen from the roof. Put down a ladder and collect the pieces, please. People ask, But which roof is your roof? I answer, Wherever the soul came from and wherever it goes at night, my roof is in that direction. From wherever spring arrives to heal the ground, from wherever searching rises in a human being. The looking itself is a trace of what we are looking for. But we have been more like the man who sits on his donkey and asks the donkey where to go. Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.
A STORY THEY KNOW
It is time for us to join the line of your madmen all chained together. Time to be totally free, and estranged. Time to give up our souls, to set fire to structures and run out in the street. Time to ferment. How else can we leave the world-vat and go to the lip? We must die to become true human beings. We must turn completely upside down like a comb in the top of a beautiful woman’s hair. Spread out your wings as a tree lifts in the orchard. A seed scattered on the road, a stone melting to wax, candle becoming moth. On the chessboard a king is blessed again with his queen. With our faces so close to the love mirror, we must not breathe, but rather change to a cleared place where a building was and feel the treasure hiding in us. With no beginning or end we live in lovers as a story they know. If you will be the key, we will be tumblers in the lock.
As the sun goes down in its well, lovers enter the seclusion of God. Late at night we meet like thieves who have stolen gold, our candlelit faces. A pawn has become king. We sit secretly inside the presence like a Turk in a tent among the Hindus, and yet we are traveling past a hundred watchmen, night-faring, drowned in an ocean of longing. Sometimes a body rises to the surface like Joseph coming out of his well of abandonment to be the clarity that divides Egypt’s wheat fairly and interprets the royal dreaming. Some people say about human beings, Dust to dust. But how can that be true of one who changes road dust to doorway? The crop appears to be one thing when it is still in the field. Then the transformation time comes, and we see how it is: half chaff, half grain.
INHALE AUTUMN, LONG FOR SPRING
Union is a watery way. In an eye, the point of light. In the chest, the soul. The place where ecstatic lovers go is called the tavern, where everyone gambles, and whoever loses has to live there. So, my love, even if you are the pattern of time’s orderly passage, do not go, or if you do, wear a disguise. But do not cover your chest. Stay open there. Someone asks me, What is love? Do not look for an explanation. Dissolve into me, and you will know when it calls. Respond. Walk out as a lion, as a rose. Inhale autumn, long for spring. You that change the dull field, who give conversation to damaged ears, make dying alive, award guardianship to the wandering mind, you who erase the five senses at night, who give eyes allure and a blood clot wisdom, who give the lover heroic strength, you who hear what Sanai said, Lose your life, if you seek eternity. The master who teaches us is absolute light, not this visibility.
LEAVES ABOUT TO LET GO
This world of two gardens, both so beautiful. This world, a street where a funeral is passing. Let us rise together and leave this world, as water goes bowing down itself to the sea. From gardens to the gardener, from grieving to a wedding feast. We tremble like leaves about to let go. There is no avoiding pain, or feeling exiled, or the taste of dust. But also we have a green-winged longing for the sweetness of the friend. These forms are evidence of what cannot be shown. Here is how it is to go into that: Rain that has been leaking into the house decides to use the downspout. The bent bowstring straining at our throats releases and becomes the arrow. Mice quivering in fear of the house cat suddenly change to half-grown lion cubs, afraid of nothing. So let us begin the journey home, with love and compassion for guides, and grace protecting. Let your soul turn into an empty mirror that passionately wants to reflect Joseph. Hand him your present. Now let silence speak. As that begins, we will start out.
A LIGHT WITHIN HIS LIGHT
I circled awhile with each of the intelligences, the nine fathers that control the levels of spirit growth. I revolved for years with the stars through each astrological sign. I disappeared into the kingdom of nearness. I saw what I have seen, receiving nourishment as a child lives in the womb. Personalities are born once. A mystic many times. Wearing the body-robe, I have been busy in the market, weighing and arguing prices. Sometimes I have torn the robe off with my own hands and thrown it away. I have spent long nights in monasteries, and I have slept with those who claim to believe nothing on the porches of pagodas, just traveling through. When someone feels jealous, I am inside the hurt and the need to possess. When anyone is sick, I feel feverish and dizzy. I am cloud and rain being released, then the meadow as it soaks in. I wash the grains of mortality from the cloth around a dervish. I am the rose of eternity, not made of water or fire, not of the wandering wind or even earth. I play with those. I am not Shams of Tabriz, but a light within his light. If you see me, be careful. Tell no one what you have seen.
I said what about my eyes?
“Keep them on the road”
I said what about my passion?
“Keep it burning”
I said what about my heart?
“Tell me what you hold inside it?”
I said pain and sorrow?
“Stay with it”
Other spritual quotes
Find time to be in inner solitude each day.~Raj Giandeep
However brief it may be.
Connect to this sweet stillness within yourself.
Drink in the breath, like sweet honey.
Let it fill your entire being.
Sit with a straight spine with an easy seat or in a chair with spine straight.
Make this a habit for yourself.
You are important.
You are loved.
Nobody will do this for you.
You must find the peace you desire within.
You must find the answers you seek within.
God prayed for us to come here, we have no clue about the magnitude of our destiny.
We need to be in alignment with God’s prayer for us. We are the answer to God’s prayer.
Don’t pray for specifics, it limits the result.
Pray, then be open.
~ Nirinjin Kaur Khalsa
AWAKEN – The Trick is to Fall in Love with the silent spaces in between each thought. Because when we fall in Love with something, That is what Holds our Attention. Very quickly the silent spaces grow longer , and the negative thoughts in turn get fewer. Keep your attention on the silent Gaps , and you will fall in love with it. 90% of all suffering is thought based. PeaceRoy York