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 great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
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
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
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 at once be happy, forever still, forever free.
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.
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.
You should discover your own reality and not thwart yourself. For you have the self as your only friend, or as your only enemy.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
