"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Love is not a thing to understand. 
Love is not a thing to feel. 
Love is not a thing to give and receive. 
Love is a thing only to become 
And eternally be.

A glorious multiple of one radiant Self,
Answering to joy with joy, to love with love,
All there were moving mansions of God-bliss;
Eternal and unique they lived the One.

- Sri Aurobindo, (6)

All things hang here between God's yes and no,

- Sri Aurobindo (7)

Thou who pervadest all the worlds below,
Yet sitst above,
Master of all who work and rule and know,
Servant of Love!
Thou who disdainest not the worm to be
Nor even the clod,
Therefore we know by that humility
That thou art God

God is Good

When the power of love 
replaces the love of power, 
man will have a new name: 
God.

- Sri Chinmoy (1.5)

Each time I love mankind
Unreservedly,
Each time I love God
Unconditionally,
I reclaim a part
Of my own real life.

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One positive seed-thought
Has saved me,
My entire life:
My Lord Supreme
Will always love me
No matter what I do
Or what I say
Or even what I become.