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.
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.
You should discover your own reality and not thwart yourself. For you have the self as your only friend, or as your only enemy.
To become conscious we must become Self-aware in the awareness of the observer Self-observing.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
Bright but hidden, the Self dwells in the heart. Everything that moves, breathes, opens, and closes Lives in the Self. Self is the source of love and may be known through love but not through thought. Attain this goal!
