At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door, and open the love-window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
Selflessness is the sign of the selfless; Bow down at the door of the selfless. The selfless are of the highest authority, The kings of the time and the wearers of the crest and crown.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
Just don’t seek from another or you’ll be far estranged from Self. I now go on alone meeting it everywhere, it now is just what I am; I now am not it. You must comprehend in this way to merge with thus-ness.
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.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
