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.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
Bright but hidden, the Self dwells in the heart. Everything that moves, breathes, opens, and closes Lives in the Self. Self is the source of love and may be known through love but not through thought. Attain this goal!
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.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
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.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
