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.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
To become conscious we must become Self-aware in the awareness of the observer Self-observing.
If you wish to be free, know you are the Self, the witness of all these, the heart of awareness. Set your body aside; sit in your own awareness. You will be at once happy, forever still, forever free.
To find out what is truly individual in ourselves, profound reflection is needed; and suddenly we realise how uncommonly difficult the discovery of individuality is.
