Life is busy. There are daily obligations that have to be met. Take time to think about how precious and special human life is - you only get one such life. Every wasted minute is lost. You can’t get it back.
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.
When a man in the process of dreaming becomes conscious that he is dreaming, he is no longer identified with the phenomena; he is not affected exultantly or dolefully. God consciously dreams His cosmic play and is unaffected by its dualities.
That deep silence has a melody of its own, a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discords of the world’s sounds.
