There is no sudden entrance into Heaven. Slow is the ascent by the path of Love.
The path of love is its own reward. Your love itself, that is what completes you.
Thousands and thousands of incarnations and nothing to show for it. You must choose whether to follow the path of love or the path of attachment.
So in the path of love - rather than pulling our willpower together, using our discrimination, or working - we just cry inwardly.
The path that is followed by most persons in the beginning of their spitirual search is the path of love, bhakti yoga.
On the path of love we don't feel we necessarily have control. In the yoga of love we feel it's only God who does everything. We can't breathe one breath without God.
The path of love is not for the faint of heart. It is tested and pushed over and over again.
It is only if you have the courage to follow your heart that you will succeed on the path of love.
In their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same. On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same.
On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.
