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And an old priest said, Speak to us of Religion. And he said:
Have I spoken this day of aught else?
Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,
And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom?
Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?
Who can spread his hours before him, saying, "This for God and this for myself; This for my soul and this other for my body"?
All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self.
He who wears his mortality but as his best garment were better naked.
The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.
And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.
The freest song comes not through bars and wires.
And he to whom worshipping is a window, to open but also to shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn.

Your daily life is your temple and your religion.
Whenever you enter into it take with you your all.
Take the plough and the forge and the mallet and the lute,
The things you have fashioned in necessity or for delight.

For in reverie you cannot rise above your achievements nor fall lower than your failures.
And take with you all men:
For in adoration you cannot fly higher than their hopes nor humble yourself lower than their despair.

And if you would know God, be not therefore a solver of riddles.
Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.
And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain.
You shall see Him smiling in flowers, then rising and waving His hands in trees.



The submission of the soul to the Light of its being is imaged in Hindu mythology in the figure of Radha as she awaits the coming of her lover, Krishna, even as Mary received the angel of the Annunciation. For the Light loves the soul that is open to it, and our human love, even for the Master most dear to us, is partial and possessive until it is wholly infused with this Light of Wisdom. A Divinity which did not evoke love from us, and not merely as a spiritual hunger for some formless universal, but by Its adorable presence in the minute and concrete particulars of our daily life, would, indeed, be unreal. But equally unreal is the love which seizes on the particular and in whatever degree, wrests it out of the keeping of the universal to cherish and cage it in its own private hands.

Down the ages the Great Masters have revealed to men what it is to be a Son of God, a being who radiates the Light of wisdom and the power of love with a redeeming intensity. Each of them reveals to mankind a new dimension of human experience, a new possibility of integrating being and awareness.



Love is the recognition of something greater than ourselves, something that lends all life its beauty, something that endures beyond the reach of death, and in the contemplation of this mystery we lose all thought of self and seek only to become one with it and so abide with it for ever. It is when we love, therefore, and only when we love, that we lose that cunning manipulation of our knowledge which we term worldly wisdom and which is in truth merely a weapon with which we seek to enforce the satisfaction of our selfish demands. When we love we live those values which previously were largely theoretical and so our lives become representative of our souls; then it is that we are amazed to discover the countless, invisible ties uniting ourselves with others and then we become aware of the spiritual brotherhood of man and so realize that no man lives unto himself alone.



He is all in all Himself, devoid of material conditions.
Whosoever serves Him is honourable.
Nanak, let us, therefore, sing of Him, for He is full of all excellences.
Let us sing and hear His praises and keep them lovingly in our hearts.
We shall thus be freed from pain, and our hearts will be filled with joy.
To us the Guru's Word is the voice of Yoga, and the Word is the Veda, for it is inspired by the spirit of God.
God is Shiva; God is Vishnu and BrahmÔ; God is Parvati and Lakshmi.
Even if I knew Him, I could not describe Him, for
He cannot be described in human words.
My Teacher has, however, convinced me of one thing:
That there is but one Benefactor of all creatures; may I never forget Him.

I would bathe at sacred places, if by so doing I could please Him; otherwise, what is the use of bathing?
How can I please Him by merely bathing, when in the whole wide world that I see created nothing can be got without exertion?
There, in the mine of my soul, there are so many precious gems and jewels of faculties waiting for development, - only if I hearken to the voice of the Teacher.
The Guru has convinced me of one thing:
That there is but one Benefactor of all creatures; may I never forget Him.


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