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 Self, having in dreams enjoyed the pleasures of sense, gone hither and thither, experienced good and evil, hastens back to the state of waking from which he started. As a man passes from dream to wakefulness, so does he pass from this life to the next.
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.
Fight with yourself, why fight with external foes? He, who overcomes self will obtain happiness.
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.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
You should discover your own reality and not thwart yourself. For you have the self as your only friend, or as your only enemy.
The self-confidence one builds from achieving difficult things and accomplishing goals is the most beautiful thing of all.
