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.
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.
The self-confidence one builds from achieving difficult things and accomplishing goals is the most beautiful thing of all.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
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.
