The body is the chariot, buddhi (intelligence) is the charioteer, desires are the roads through which it is drawn by the rope of sensual attachments, moksha (liberation) is the goal, and Moola-Virat-Swarupa (the primal-all-pervasive-Divine) is the Master in the chariot. The car which you carry about has to be treated thus. Instead, people are wildly milling round and round, in dreary circles, from birth to death, pulled by wishes or pushed by needs. No milestones on the pilgrim road are crossed, no bridges are negotiated, and no progress is registered. The very process of the journey is ignored. You may say that progress is possible only through My grace; but though My Heart is soft as butter, it melts only when there is some warmth in your prayer. Unless you make some disciplined effort or undertake some sadhana, grace cannot descend on you. The yearning and the agony of unfulfilled aim melts My Heart. That is the Avedana (anguish) that wins grace.
Bagavan Sri Sri Sri Sathya Sai Baba
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