Service without ideal of self…trains you to transcend all the artificial distinctions imposed by history and geography, and to realise that the human community is one and indivisible.
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.
When your sense of self is no longer tied to thought, is no longer conceptual, there is a depth of feeling, of sensing, of compassion, of loving, that was not there when you were trapped in mental concepts. You are that depth.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
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 self-confidence one builds from achieving difficult things and accomplishing goals is the most beautiful thing of all.
