Everything is expression of our own intelligence. Through simple, innocent, natural unbounded awareness-fullness of Self, all is accomplished… Only we should not be influenced by the winds.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
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.
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.
