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.
That deep silence has a melody of its own, a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discords of the world’s sounds.
Do you want to know who you are? Don’t ask. Act! Action will delineate and define you.
Don’t confuse the teacher with the lesson, the ritual with the ecstasy, the transmitter of the symbol with the symbol itself.
Peace be to earth and to airy space! Peace be to heaven, peace to the waters, peace to the plants and peace to the trees! May all the gods grant me peace!
By this attitude of complete renunciation you shall be freed from bondage, good and bad, of karma. You shall be liberated, and come to Me.
