Like the frog caught and held in the mouth of a cobra, which unaware of its fate, flicks its tongue at a fly, you too are unaware of death, which holds you in its fangs. You seek joy and earn pain, hunt for pleasure and bag grief. You attach yourselves to the body that decays and let go of God, the one who lasts.  A clean consciousness is like a bright and shiny lamp. Pour into the lamp, the oil of Grace, and place in it the wick of Self-Control. Keep in the position of chimney,  the Name of the Lord, and repeat it continuously so that gusts of Joy and Grief will not scotch the flame.  Light the lamp with the belief "I am God."  Then, you will not only have Light, but also will be the source of Light.

- Divine Discourse, Mar1, 1965.

Plant the seed of Love, reap the harvest of Wisdom. - Baba