Bright but hidden, the Self dwells in the heart. Everything that moves, breathes, opens, and closes Lives in the Self. Self is the source of love and may be known through love but not through thought. Attain this goal!
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
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.
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.
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.
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.
