So long as magnanimity (Udarata) has not become natural with us, we cannot realize God. No realization for a close mind. No peace for the close-minded (Kripana), and yet the outward relations force on us thoughts by which we are contracted into narrow limits. Magnanimity must be the rule and yet the world generates the very opposite in us. How to reconcile? The rule of conduct must be magnanimity and this can be observed and kept up only when in the heart of hearts we believe in the Reality of God alone, acting through our neighbours, their seeming forms being non-entity. Read the article »

O Divinity! Who rules the Universe? None but God. Could anything take place against God’s laws? Never. All is well. Let those resort to plans and policies to whom the world is real. God, and nothing else exists but God! Glory!
Perish this body and mind, if for a single second the idea of defence lodges therein. My bodies are millions, my Self is God and needs no protection. Read the article »

O! The joy of leaving behind the prosaic plains of parching body-consciousness! O! The joy of mingling with the sun and breezes! O! The joy of roaming in the heavenly infinite forest deeps of Ekamevadvitiyam Read the article »

Not for any price could I, O Mountain-mover, give Thee up, not for a thousand, Thunderer! nor ten thousand, nor hundred times that, O Lord of countless bounty!
O the good fortune to bare our bosom before raging coolness, stormy grace Read the article »

Jamnotri, Gangotrti, Sumeroo, Kedar and Badri glaciers stand so close as if one could reach them by hand. In fact, a semicircle of glaring diamond peaks like a jeweller’s tiara decorates this Vasishtha Ashram. Their white snowy summits are all taking a bath in the milky ocean of moonlight and their deep Soham breathings in the form of cool breezes reach here continually. Read the article »

The river of Life is flowing. None exists but God. Of whom shall I be afraid, of whom ashamed? All life is my God’s life, nothing other, He and Me too is He. The whole world is my own Himalayan woods. When light dawns, flowers begin to laugh, birds sing, and streams dance with joy! 0 that Light of lights! The sea of light is flowing! The breeze of Bliss is blowing! Read the article »

Shakti or power has not any existence of its own. It may be manifested, it may not be manifested. It cannot exist apart. This Sliakti in the case of the individual is revealed as what may be called Consciousnesses motion or activity, maims (mind). Manas in motion and the phenomenal world being the obverse and reverse of one and the same thing; Manas at rest is identical with Consciousness. The Absolute (Brahma) Manas purged of its dross (desires, attachment) loses its fickleness and tends to become steady. Perfect steadiness being attained, manas is one with Brahma. By this sakshatkar Maya is overcome and the world is converted into a Garden of Eden, the Lost Paradise is immediately regained. Beauty breaks in everywhere. The sense of separateness being killed out, ail cares and anxieties are merged in the supremely sublime Existence, Consciousness, and Bliss forever and ever. Read the article »

Lumps of light and brilliant snow served as (dry solid) water as well as luxury. Just after finishing the meals we were up again. Moving steadily onward and upward we toiled on. One young man fell down exhausted, his lungs and limbs refused to carry him any further; he complained also of giddiness of head. He was left alone there at that time. Proceeding a little further, another companion was senseless. “My head,” he said, “reels and reels.” He also was left to himself for the time being. The rest marched on. After a short while a third companion fell off. His nose began to bleed. With two men now Rama presses on. Read the article »

The Present Dwelling (for the eye enamoured of external form) of Rama is a snug cottage, in the Mountain Amphitheatre, surrounded by a green-sward in a lonely natural garden commanding a fair view of the Ganges. Narayana and Tularam live elsewhere. Ram Buti grows in profusion here. Sparrows and other birds twitter heartily all the day long. Climate bracing. The song of the Ganges and the chorus of birds keep up a celestial festival Read the article »

he Chhayan Route is so called because almost all the year round it is covered with shade. The shade of trees, did I say? No, not at all. What business have trees to make their appearance on such dizzy heights and in a chill climate like that? The route is for the most part enveloped by clouds. Shepherds of villages near Jamnotri and Gangotri, while tending their flocks, every year spend two or three months in forests. They happened to meet near the snow-clad peaks, called Bandar Puchh and Hanumnn Mukh, which connect the sources of the two far-famed sister rivers. Thus the route was discovered. Exuberant flowers make almost the whole of the way a veritable field of cloth of gold. Read the article »