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.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
Those who are ignorant of the supreme purpose of life will never be able to attain nirvana (liberation) in spite of their observance of the vratas (vows) and niyamas (rules) of religious conduct and practice of shila (celibacy) and tapas (penance).
A person whose mind is unattached to sensual pleasures, who discovers the joy of the Self, and whose mind is in union with Brahmn through meditation, enjoys eternal bliss.
