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.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
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.
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.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
If a man considers that he is born, he cannot avoid the fear of death. Let him find out if he has been born or if the Self has any birth. ...Find from where thoughts emerge. Then you will be able to abide in the ever-present inmost Self and be free from the idea of birth or the fear of death.
The best way to find your self is to lose yourself in the service of others… All other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.
