That the birds of worry and care fly over your head, this you cannot change, but that they build nests in your hair, this you can prevent.
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.
If you wish to be free, know you are the Self, the witness of all these, the heart of awareness. Set your body aside, sit in your own awareness. You will at once be happy, forever still, forever free.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
If you wish to be free, know you are the Self, the witness of all these, the heart of awareness. Set your body aside; sit in your own awareness. You will be at once happy, forever still, forever free.
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.
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.
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.
