They asked me to which creed I adhere, I answered, saying, “To none, my dear. God’s in my heart, I found Him there, So, for any creed why should I care?” “If God’s in my heart”, to them I told, “What need have I a creed to uphold?”

These books, with their dusty face, Once smart shelves they did grace, But that was quite some time ago, When I didn’t much better know.   I thought then that the more I read, The more facts I stuffed in my head, The more knowledge I could retain, The greater the success I would gain.   But now better I’ve come to know, And so of these books I’m letting go. They’re heaped up in a jumbled pile, And might stay so for a further while, Till I sell or gift them, if I possibly can,

Oh how I tire when I read Words that I don’t now need! When Your words within I hear, A burden those others appear!

"With Me you can directly connect, This one thing please don’t neglect. Sit in silence and lend Me your ear, And within yourself Me you’ll hear."

May I do as You bid, All else please forbid. Grant this my one plea, Please do this for me.

On what we focus we attract, Know this to be a certain fact. Be it joy or sorrow, evil or good, This should be well understood: If on it we focus, then, for sure, In our life it’ll grow even more.   We attract what we obsess about, Of this there can be just no doubt. This, in brief, in a manner terse, Is a basic Law of the Universe.

God still speaks with us, even today, To listen to Him, here’s an easy way: Sit, and silently ask Him to speak, To hear His voice in this way seek, (Know that He’ll talk to you within) This is a really good way to begin!   Then, soon after you close your eyes, A Voice within you may begin to arise, Inaudible, yet clear, not of your own, Listen carefully to what It may intone. This is God’s own Voice that you hear, That's ever present and always near. Ask what you want, and yo

Of our selves let's take good care, Let's leave the rest as God's affair, Let's make this our prime concern, Let's make sure this lesson we learn.

Please make me fulfill What for me was Your will In sending me to Earth here, And ensure I don’t interfere. You do it all, please, I ask, May this plea be my only task.

Come, stop, for a while let’s sit, Our busyness for this time quit. In silence let’s then turn our ear, And Him talking to us let's hear.   No greater task could there be In this world, for you and me, Than to listen a few times a day To what all to us He might say.

"Sit with Me and let time flow, I'm with you, this please know. The two of us, let's together be, Enjoying each other's company!"

Try out this form of prayer: Turn within, find God there. To Him you your heart speak, And from Him guidance seek. Listen to Him talking to You, That’s quite all you need to do. (You can write what He'll say In a notebook early each day.)

Ups and downs are an integral and unavoidable part of living on Planet Earth. Relatively few people go through life without ever having to face what appears as a daunting challenge at some point or the other. But for some people, certain ‘downs’ can be so excruciatingly painful—physically, mentally, emotionally or spiritually [generally, a combination of two or more of these]—that they turn into complete wrecks. This is especially so if they believe that they did nothing to d

Deep they fell into a charlatan’s trap Blindly believing all his noxious crap. Divine powers he said he possessed, So, firm faith in him they confessed. Oh how them did he fully beguile, That clever conman, foul and vile!   To them I said, “Please, dear folks, See through this truly horrid hoax. Ethics and logic your beliefs defy, Reason’s test they don’t satisfy: A sure sign this is that they are False, absurd, simply bizarre.   “These beliefs to which you cling, Whose so-ca

If you know the answers lie within, To seek them without is surely a sin. It’s like travelling North when, instead, South is just where you want to head.   This is a folly that vast millions commit: To someone else they themselves submit, And so, they turn into a groveling slave, Of a fraud, a trickster, of a vile knave.     Forbid yourself from being so led astray, Blindly following what other folks say. To none else ever hand over your mind, Within yourself the answers you’

Neither curse nor bless, It’s His drama, no less, This you must know, Observe and let go.

Words galore, they now make no sense, A burden insufferable, and thus, hence, I can’t get myself to read, or even to look, At more than a mere few lines in a book Of the sort in which I once took delight, Ah! May they vanish far from my sight! Take them away, this books’ giant heap, No longer all these do I desire to keep!

I have a religion of my own, That’s exclusive to me alone: With the Inner Voice to connect, And to do just as it may expect, To listen to what It might say, And to this to carefully obey.   This, then, in a form that’s small, Is what ‘my own religion’ I call.

We, like David, our own psalms can write, Know this to be pleasing in the Lord’s sight. A psalm is a song that to God is addressed, To make your own is a work that’s blessed. Words of praise that in our hearts arise, Be they long or short, whatever the size, Through which our hearts we can express, Yes, these can be sacred psalms, no less!

In Your lap my head I keep, Put me now to deep sleep. My request please satisfy: To this world make me die, In You to live forever more. This is all that I ask You for. Grant me please this request If You know it's for my best.