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.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
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.
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.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
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.
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
