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.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
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.
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.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
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.
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.
