Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
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.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
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.
