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.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
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.
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.
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.
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.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
