In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter which fork you use.
Service without ideal of self…trains you to transcend all the artificial distinctions imposed by history and geography, and to realise that the human community is one and indivisible.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
Everything is expression of our own intelligence. Through simple, innocent, natural unbounded awareness-fullness of Self, all is accomplished… Only we should not be influenced by the winds.
Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
