Your hills, O Earth, your snow-clad mountain peaks, your forests, may they show us kindliness… Impart to us vitalising forces that come, O Earth from deep within your body, your central point, your navel, purify us wholly.
Having attained human birth, which is an open gateway to Brahmn, one who… remains attached to the ties of the world is not fit to be called human.
This Self who gives rise to all works, all desires, all odours, all tastes, who pervades the universe, who is beyond words, who is joy abiding, who is ever present in my heart, is Brahmn indeed. To him I shall attain when my ego dies.
Doing is very good, but that comes from thinking… fill the brain, therefore, with high thoughts, highest ideals; place them day and night before you; and out of that will come great work.
