Love Itself Is The Healing

When We Are Face To Face With Truth, The Point Of View Of Krishna, Buddha, Christ, Or Any Other Prophet, Is The Same. When We Look At Life From The Top Of The Mountain, There Is No Limitation; There Is The Same Immensity.

I Had Composed Songs, I Sang, And Played The Vina. Practising This Music I Arrived At A Stage Where I Touched The Music Of The Spheres. Then Every Soul Became A Musical Note, And All Life Became Music. Inspired By It I Spoke To The People, And Those Who Were Attracted By My Words Listened To Them Instead Of Listening To My Songs.

Among All The Valuable Things Of This World, The Word Is The Most Precious. For In The Word One Can Find A Light Which Gems And Jewels Do Not Possess; A Word May Contain So Much Life That It Can Heal The Wounds Of The Heart. Therefore, Poetry In Which The Soul Is Expressed Is As Living As A Human Being. The Greatest Reward That God Bestows On Man Is Eloquence And Poetry. This Is Not An Exaggeration, For It Is The Gift Of The Poet That Culminates, In Time, With The Gift Of Prophecy.

While People Judge Others From Their Own Moral Standpoint, The Wise Person Looks Also At The Point Of View Of Another.

God Is Not Justice. Justice Is In His Nature, But Love Is Predominant. People Attach Such Importance To Actions And Their Results. They Do Not Know That Above Action And Result Is A Law Which Can Consume The Fire Of Hell, Which Can Dominate Even If The Whole World Were Being Drowned In The Flood Of Destruction; They Do Not Know That The Power Of Love Is Greater Than Any Other.