Man is a king, prostrating before his servants. He is a prisoner, walled in by his own ignorance. He is the master of the universe, going around begging for a crumb of bread. would he be fee? None hold you but yourself!
Ills of human race: whirl of passionate sensations leading to bankruptcy. Every kiss has its price. Every pleasure is to be paid for. Pay! Pay! Pay! Chase the mirage; become tired of the sham, counterfeit and hypocrisy. turn homewards - and find more turbulence.
The cause for sorrow is desire. but can you prevent desire and hence sorrow? What is the cure for desire?The key to eliminating desires lies with the master. he finds out of has to find out what desires you have. Then he gives you the means to overcome those desires.
Amritananda, 1990
Ills of human race: whirl of passionate sensations leading to bankruptcy. Every kiss has its price. Every pleasure is to be paid for. Pay! Pay! Pay! Chase the mirage; become tired of the sham, counterfeit and hypocrisy. turn homewards - and find more turbulence.
The cause for sorrow is desire. but can you prevent desire and hence sorrow? What is the cure for desire?The key to eliminating desires lies with the master. he finds out of has to find out what desires you have. Then he gives you the means to overcome those desires.
Amritananda, 1990
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