The one who loves himself, would atleast not worry or be jealous.
-Deep Trivedi
The one who loves himself, would atleast not worry or be jealous.
-Deep Trivedi
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.
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.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
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.
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
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 best way to find your self is to lose yourself in the service of others… All other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.