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.
-Rumi "Jalaluddin Rumi"
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.
To become conscious we must become Self-aware in the awareness of the observer Self-observing.
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 one who doesn't love himself, can never love anyone else in this world. And
if he loves himself, atleast he would not torture or trouble anyone in the name of
religion or teachings...
-Deep Trivedi
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
Everything is expression of our own intelligence. Through simple, innocent, natural unbounded awareness-fullness of Self, all is accomplished… Only we should not be influenced by the winds.
A king is the one, who is the master of himself. You are just a slave of your
religion, caste, creed, society, thinking, desires and worries.
-Deep Trivedi
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
Service without ideal of self…trains you to transcend all the artificial distinctions imposed by history and geography, and to realise that the human community is one and indivisible.