A king is the one, who is the master of himself. You are just a slave of your
religion, caste, creed, society, thinking, desires and worries.
-Deep Trivedi
A king is the one, who is the master of himself. You are just a slave of your
religion, caste, creed, society, thinking, desires and worries.
-Deep Trivedi
Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
The one who loves himself, would atleast not worry or be jealous.
-Deep Trivedi
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.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
To find out what is truly individual in ourselves, profound reflection is needed; and suddenly we realise how uncommonly difficult the discovery of individuality is.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
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.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.