I Meditate So That I Can Inundate

Where Love Is Thick, Faults Are Thin. If You Really Love Someone, Then It Is Difficult To Find Fault With Him. His Faults Seem Negligible, For Love Means Oneness.

Real Joy Means Immediate Expansion. If We Experience Pure Joy, Immediately Our Heart Expands. We Feel That We Are Flying In The Divine Freedom-sky. The Entire Length And Breadth Of The World Becomes Ours, Not For Us To Rule Over, But As An Expansion Of Our Consciousness. We Become Reality And Vastness.

True Meditation Can Never Be Done With The Mind. Very Often We Make A Mistake When We Say That We Are Meditating In The Mind And Utilising The Mind. Real Meditation Is Done In The Psychic Being And In The Soul. It Goes Hand In Hand With Flaming Aspiration, The Burning Flame That Wants To Climb Up To The Highest.

Music Is The Language Of God. God's Language, Music, Is Not Like Mathematics Or Geometry. It Is A Language Of Love. If We Love Music, That Is Enough.

Usually When I Draw, I Try To Be In A Contemplative Mood. I Try To Keep My Mind As Empty, Vacant And Tranquil As Possible. The Outer Mind Is Like The Surface Of The Sea. On The Surface, The Sea Is Full Of Waves And Surges; It Is All Restlessness. But When We Dive Deep Below, The Same Sea Is All Peace, Calmness And Quiet, And There We Find The Source Of Creativity.