Sunday, November 17, 2024

The flute of the Infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is Love. —Kabir




Édouard Boubat


 

 

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No one has heard thought or listened to a mind,
But where people have lived in inwardness
The air is charged with blessing and does bless;
Windows look out on mountains and the walls are kind.
 
—May Sarton
The Work of Happiness







Just be Quiet and you will receive a precious gift

from the Light hiding inside you.


—Papaji




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thankyou
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