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.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
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.
When your sense of self is no longer tied to thought, is no longer conceptual, there is a depth of feeling, of sensing, of compassion, of loving, that was not there when you were trapped in mental concepts. You are that depth.
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.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
Fight with yourself, why fight with external foes? He, who overcomes self will obtain happiness.
