Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
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!
The Self, having in dreams enjoyed the pleasures of sense, gone hither and thither, experienced good and evil, hastens back to the state of waking from which he started. As a man passes from dream to wakefulness, so does he pass from this life to the next.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
You should discover your own reality and not thwart yourself. For you have the self as your only friend, or as your only enemy.
That the birds of worry and care fly over your head, this you cannot change, but that they build nests in your hair, this you can prevent.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
If a man considers that he is born, he cannot avoid the fear of death. Let him find out if he has been born or if the Self has any birth. ...Find from where thoughts emerge. Then you will be able to abide in the ever-present inmost Self and be free from the idea of birth or the fear of death.
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.
