Let Truth be your horn, sincerity your necklace, and meditation the ashes you put on your body.
Catch your burning soul (self) and stop the flames. Let the soul (self) be the alms bowl in which you collect the sweet Naam and this will be the only support you will ever need.
Nature plays its divine music. The sacred sound of reality is shrill, but this is where God is.
When you listen to the reality from this higher place of awareness the delicious essence of Raag arises.
Waves of melodies, passions, and emotions arise and flow through you. Bind yourself with the song of God.
Nature spins like a potter’s wheel and from it fly angels and demons. The sage listens to this and rather of getting caught in either one, the sage drinks in the nectar of the heavens and is carried to the heavens in a divine chariot.
Train and clothe yourself with self control. Meditate daily unto infinity until you are meditating without meditating.