Every instinct screamed retaliate. And he remained calm.
So we must give ourselves a break. We’re human. We’re unfolding
To be strong because others lean on your strength. To give cheer because hearts hunger for sunlight. To respect.
Your task is to remember. Remember that the same eternal light burns within you and behind every pair of eyes you meet.
Peace lives with the one who plays, steady within himself while the world moves.
In the dark, fluid warmth of a mother's womb.
An intelligence vast enough to encompass galaxies, yet intimate enough to count a wolf's litter.
“There is but One Reality,” the Yogis say, “and all forms... are manifestations of that One. What we call Matter is simply a grosser form of Energy, and Energy is but a manifestation of Mind.”
Like Poincaré on the bus, let the flash come when it will. And like Poincaré at the desk, make it answer to reason.
Yogi Ramacharaka said a yogi learns to “see the good in everything... for all is working toward ultimate good.”
Play your game. Don’t react. Let the crowd be weather. Act cleanly. Untouched by praise or blame.
