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.
Internally I am a hermit, and externally I am a prince. Arms mean protection to the poor and destruction of the tyrant. Baba Nanak had not renounced the world but had renounced maya, that is, self and ego.
You should discover your own reality and not thwart yourself. For you have the self as your only friend, or as your only enemy.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
One’s inner light alone is the means, naught else. When this inner light is kept alive, it is not affected by the darkness of inertia.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
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.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
