The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
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.
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.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
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.
Fight with yourself, why fight with external foes? He, who overcomes self will obtain happiness.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
