All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
The best way to find your self is to lose yourself in the service of others… All other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.
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.
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.
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.
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.
