THE MAN, THE WOMAN, THE BEAST

 
Cease the mental tension, train your mind to pass over thoughts; don't countenance them until such time that you can surrender the mind itself. When the mind is surrendered, there is no question of happiness or unhappiness.

Because of the thoughts, the past lives' sanskaras are spent away — they come and go. It is like a wound up alarm clock: it will ring at the appointed time, but only so long as the winding is there will it ring and run its course. But take note not to wind it again by indulging in action.

Still if you want to die, die in Me, in my Naad, by getting hold of Me firmly. That is salvation, that is real dying. Worldly dying is not the thing.

Remember that the whole world is a zero. Mind is the universe, mind is the man, the woman, the beast.