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.
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.
Fight with yourself, why fight with external foes? He, who overcomes self will obtain happiness.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
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 at once be happy, forever still, forever free.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
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.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
