Simeón Granada

“Let His Name be ever with you; imperceptibly , relentlessly
time is creeping away”
― Anandamayi Ma

“To live in the presence of God who is Truth ( satya ) -- this indeed is the meaning of satsang.”
― Anandamayi Ma

“Local fog in Venice has a name: nebbia. It obliterates all reflections ... and everything that has a shape: buildings, people, colonnades, bridges, statues. Boat services are canceled, airplanes neither arrive, nor take off for weeks, stores are closed and mail ceases to litter one’s threshold. The effect is as though some raw hand had turned all those enfilades inside out and wrapped the lining around the city... the fog is thick, blinding, and immobile... this is a time for reading, for burning electricity all day long, for going easy on self-deprecating thoughts of coffee, for listening to the BBC World Service, for going to bed early. In short, a time for self-oblivion, induced by a city that has ceased to be seen. Unwittingly, you take your cue from it, especially if, like it, you’ve got company. Having failed to be born here, you at least can take some pride in sharing its invisibility...”
― Joseph Brodsky, Watermark

“Without cause or reason His compassion , His grace are pouring forth at every instant.”
― Anandamayi Ma