Finish The Few Duties You Have At

The Rishis Of Old Attained The Knowledge Of Brahman. One Cannot Have This So Long As There Is The Slightest Trace Of Worldliness. How Hard The Rishis Laboured ! Early In The Morning They Would Go Away From The Hermitage, And Would Spend The Whole Day In Solitude, Meditating On Brahman. At Night They Would Return To The Hermitage And Eat A Little Fruit Or Roots. They Kept Their Mind Aloof From The Objects Of Sight, Hearing, Touch, And Other Things Of A Worldly Nature. Only Thus Did They Realize Brahman As Their Own Inner Conciousness.

As For Me, I Consider Myself As A Speck Of The Dust Of The Devotee's Feet.

The Magnetic Needle Always Points To The North, And Hence It Is That Sailing Vessel Does Not Lose Her Direction. So Long As The Heart Of Man Is Directed Towards God, He Cannot Be Lost In The Ocean Of Worldliness.

Disease Is The Tax Which The Soul Pays For The Body, As The Tenant Pays House-rent For The Use Of The House.

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.