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.
-Ada. L. Huxtable "Ada. L. Huxtable"
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.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
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.
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.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
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.
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.
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.
If you wish to be free, know you are the Self, the witness of all these, the heart of awareness. Set your body aside; sit in your own awareness. You will be at once happy, forever still, forever free.
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