Selflessness is the sign of the selfless; Bow down at the door of the selfless. The selfless are of the highest authority, The kings of the time and the wearers of the crest and crown.
For him who has completed the journey, for him who is sorrowless, for him who from everything is wholly free, for him who has destroyed all ties, the fever of passion exists not… He is like a pool, unsullied by mud; to such a balanced one, life’s wanderings do not arise. Calm is his mind, calm is his speech, calm is his action, who, rightly knowing, is wholly freed, perfectly peaceful and equipoised.
Now you worship His Form, you repeat His name; ignoring His orders. Without practicing the discipline laid down by Rama to purify the mind, all else is mere show, empty rituals.
If we sincerely want to become a liberated person, then we have to be willing to be independent in a world where so few truly think for themselves.
Life is like a 1,000 page book. You want to quit halfway through, but then you realise you have a lot left to look forward to.
Those who see all creatures within themselves, and themselves in all creatures know no fear. Those who see all creatures in themselves, and themselves in all creatures know no grief. How can the multiplicity of life, delude the one who sees its unity?
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with Spring.
