One day we're alive,
The next day no longer here,
All these worldly things,
Why did we so desperately care;
Don't leave it too late,
On the spiritual journey to begin,
To find God’s wonderful beauty,
And His praises constantly sing.
“Everyday people are dying around us, and yet men think they will never die. This is maya.” SIVANANDA.
God, I was undisciplined,
I used to run wild,
But still you always loved me,
I was a very ungrateful child;
But pain forced me to surrender,
To acknowledge Your love and grace,
I realise Your now always with me,
Wherever and whatever the place.
“God is more anxious to bestow his blessings on us than we are to receive them.” St. AUGUSTINE of HIPPO.
Peoples' actions and words transformed me,
May I do the same,
Helping others realise the beauty of You,
And the ecstasy of repeating Your name;
They showed me a new way,
Where I was previously on the wrong track,
Then God's love lightened my load,
He welcomed back.
"God is real to one who is spiritually awakened and humble." SWAMI PARAMANANDA.
I was told I could have a God of my own concept,
To me at the time a very novel idea,
One I would never have considered,
But from someone this news I did hear;
It did seem strange at first,
But it opened my heart,
And now I know that this world,
Is God's beautiful work of art.
""It is better to sit in a boat thinking about God, than to sit in a church thinking about fishing." (UNKNOWN)