The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
One’s inner light alone is the means, naught else. When this inner light is kept alive, it is not affected by the darkness of inertia.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
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.
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.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
