Heed the Inner Voice and obey, To live life, this is the best way!

We come here, live and then die. Have you ever wondered why? Why all this must we undergo? Does any person really know? For us a mystery it may remain As long as we’re on Earth’s plane.

Where You will, us You place On Your vast Earth’s surface.

It’s not a question you should do, But of what God does through you.

All I must do Is what You tell me to, Neither less, nor more: That's what I’m here for.

Listening to God: A Simple & Easy Way God loves communicating and uses many different ways to do so. God has always communicated with all beings and does so even now. This means that God communicates with all of us, at all times, even today. (It is a different matter, though, if we do not always or even often pay attention to God communicating with us or are even completely unaware of the fact that God actually does so.) God is present everywhere, including within us. This

“Every mood, every state, I Myself these all create, I Myself these all assume, I Myself don every costume.”

“It’s I who all roles enact, Being all things and beings in fact, Myriad though they may appear, Each is just Me, My dear.”

“What’s life’s purpose?”, you ask my view, In replying to your query, I say this to you: “It’s to be a mere instrument of God’s will, This is the way our life’s purpose to fulfill.”

Of what use to You could I be This new day, please tell me.

“If no work I give, just sit with Me, Let’s enjoy each other’s company.”

Try as much as we can We can’t fathom His plan, Strange it is, a mystery grand, That we can only dimly understand.

Listen and obey To what He may say. Hear and then do As He tells you to.

There’s nothing whatever that you need to do, Only allow for things to happen through you.

At last, I turned away from the din And found You right here, within!

It’s truly astonishing, is it not, That our every single thought, And each word which we say, And every deed we do today, Our own destiny does dictate, Shaping thus our eternal fate!

Sleep: A form of death that’s very short, Death: A form of sleep that won’t ever abort.

Where I am, why should I care, As long as I know You’re there?

When the time arrives to depart, On our finishing playing our part, And as we are being taken away, Maybe in joy we’ll cry, ‘Hurray!”

Inside my mind You I can find. What need is there To search elsewhere?