The Satsang Foundation

In the language of Yoga, our flute is the spine and it is usually full of muck.

Once the music is heard, thenceforth our problems are solved. We are onto a different world altogether.

Happiness is the common thing that everybody seeks. When somebody commits suicide, it is generally because one wants to escape the unhappiness

Whenever I think of preparing for a new day, leaving behind the old, I am reminded of the cry of John the Baptist, who declared,

All our lives are based upon the understanding that, ‘I am the body’.

Music cannot be played if the flute is filled with muck. You have to empty it out. A flute has to be hollow;

I think all the sadhana we do is intended to mostly bring about the hunger for God

Navanita is the Sanskrit word for butter. So, He is called the Navanita Chor – one who steals the butter.