The World Is A Drama,

The Formless Supreme Being Abides In The Realm Of Eternity. Over His Creation He Casts His Glance Of Grace. In That Realm Are Contained All The Continents And The Universes, Exceeding In Number All Count. Of Creation Worlds Upon Worlds Abide Therein; All Obedient To His Will; He Watches Over Them In Bliss, And Has Each Constantly In Mind.

I Am Neither Male Nor Female, Nor Am I Sexless. I Am The Peaceful One, Whose Form Is Self-effulgent, Powerful Radiance.

The World Is A Drama, Staged In A Dream

May Liberal Men Abound With Us! May Our Knowledge Of The Vedas And Our Progeny Increase! May Faith Not Forsake Us! May We Have Much To Give To The Needy.

Death Would Not Be Called Bad, O People, If One Knew How To Truly Die.