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 »
