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.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
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.
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.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
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.
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.
