Passage 1

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In plain words

A pure mind is the path to goodness; A pure mind is a noble strength; To have a pure mind, that alone is what matters: Listen, O valiant son of Bhārata!

Vice-President of Bhārata, Shankar Dayal Sharma, students, embodiments of Prema!

Man is a seeker of happiness. He thirsts for Ānanda. Longing to enjoy happiness and Ānanda, man takes on many hardships night and day to win them. But is he able to win them? No. The reason? Because man has trained his sight on what is outward, on material things, he is going very far from the Ānanda and the happiness he ought to gain.

What is this outer world? Body, senses, Manas, Buddhi: the very humanness made of the close kinship among these is this outward-facing outer world. It is merely like a field. Within it the knower of the field dwells, as the very form of the Ātma. Without his sight, training ourselves in an outward sight alone, we fall prey to sorrow and unrest. Happiness and sorrow come to man only through his bond with what is outward, not through the inward principle of the Ātma. We imagine that birth and death bring us sorrow; but it is not birth and death that give us happiness and sorrow. It is the attachment to the upādhi, bound up with birth and death, that gives us happiness and sorrow. So the happiness and sorrow are those this attachment brings, not those the Ātma brings. Ānanda, happiness and Śānti are your very nature. So this Śānti is not something we can find in the outer world. When you turn your sight inward, you yourself become the embodiment of Śānti. Being yourself the embodiment of Śānti, to try to seek Śānti in the outer world: this is nothing but a sign of Ajñāna.

Students! It is only because we build up our ties with outward things that we fall into boundless unrest. The more we cut down what is outward, whether objects or personality, the more Śānti we are able to gain. A small example. A middle-class family man was suffering many kinds of hardship. Unable to support his family, he was wasting away in grief, night and day, without end.