In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
Bright but hidden, the Self dwells in the heart. Everything that moves, breathes, opens, and closes Lives in the Self. Self is the source of love and may be known through love but not through thought. Attain this goal!
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.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
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.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
