In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
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.
Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
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.
