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.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
Fight with yourself, why fight with external foes? He, who overcomes self will obtain happiness.
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.
If you wish to be free, know you are the Self, the witness of all these, the heart of awareness. Set your body aside, sit in your own awareness. You will at once be happy, forever still, forever free.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
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.
Occasionally we find ourselves at unexpected crossroads with more than one opportunity from which to choose. Time itself is often the best indicator of which decision to make, for it can tell so many things that are now hazy.
To become conscious we must become Self-aware in the awareness of the observer Self-observing.
