Hope is the thing with feathers
By Emily Dickenson (1861)

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 chilliest land–
And on the strangest Sea–
Yet—never—in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of me.

Gita on Worry

Why do you worry without a cause?
Whom do you fear without reason?
Who can kill you?
The soul is neither born nor does it die.
Whatever happened, happened for the good;
Whatever is happening,
Is happening for the good; Whatever will happen,
Will also happen for the good only.

If we read the shloka on worry and try to understand it, we will find that by meditating on the higher powers, one can get rid of all negative thoughts, anxiety and worries. We will be blessed with the inflow of divine consciousness which will nurture us.

We must start with breath awareness, and concentration on the counting of the breath.

Aim Hrim Klim

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