The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
Selflessness is the sign of the selfless; Bow down at the door of the selfless. The selfless are of the highest authority, The kings of the time and the wearers of the crest and crown.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
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.
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.
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
