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.
Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter which fork you use.
Open yourself, create free space; release the bound one from his bonds! Like a newborn child, freed from the womb, be free to move on every path!
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
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.
