All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
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.
Occasionally we find ourselves at unexpected crossroads with more than one opportunity from which to choose. Time itself is often the best indicator of which decision to make, for it can tell so many things that are now hazy.
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.
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.
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 great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
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.
