If the mind becomes balanced and detached, and comes to dwell in its own true home, imbued with reverence for the Divine, then it enjoys the essence of supreme spiritual wisdom; it shall never feel hunger again.
When the road ends, and the goal is gained, the pilgrim finds that he has travelled only from himself to himself.
Those who read books cannot understand the teachings and, what’s more, may even go astray. But those who try to observe the things going on in the mind, and always take that which is true in their own minds as their standard; never get muddled.
A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches and thoughts. And the consequences, whether good or bad of even the least of them, are far-reaching.
