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.
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.
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.
The self-confidence one builds from achieving difficult things and accomplishing goals is the most beautiful thing of all.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
Occasionally we find ourselves at unexpected crossroads with more than one opportunity from which to choose. Time itself is often the best indicator of which decision to make, for it can tell so many things that are now hazy.
