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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
