Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
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.
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.
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
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.
You should discover your own reality and not thwart yourself. For you have the self as your only friend, or as your only enemy.
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.
Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter which fork you use.
