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.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
To become conscious we must become Self-aware in the awareness of the observer Self-observing.
Selflessness is the sign of the selfless; Bow down at the door of the selfless. The selfless are of the highest authority, The kings of the time and the wearers of the crest and crown.
When your sense of self is no longer tied to thought, is no longer conceptual, there is a depth of feeling, of sensing, of compassion, of loving, that was not there when you were trapped in mental concepts. You are that depth.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
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.
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.
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.
