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.
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.
Fight with yourself, why fight with external foes? He, who overcomes self will obtain happiness.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
Just don’t seek from another or you’ll be far estranged from Self. I now go on alone meeting it everywhere, it now is just what I am; I now am not it. You must comprehend in this way to merge with thus-ness.
You should discover your own reality and not thwart yourself. For you have the self as your only friend, or as your only enemy.
