In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
- Upanishads "Maitri Upanishad 3.2"
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
Open yourself, create free space; release the bound one from his bonds! Like a newborn child, freed from the womb, be free to move on every path!
Just don’t seek from another or you’ll be far estranged from Self. I now go on alone meeting it everywhere, it now is just what I am; I now am not it. You must comprehend in this way to merge with thus-ness.
Bright but hidden, the Self dwells in the heart. Everything that moves, breathes, opens, and closes Lives in the Self. Self is the source of love and may be known through love but not through thought. Attain this goal!
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
When your sense of self is no longer tied to thought, is no longer conceptual, there is a depth of feeling, of sensing, of compassion, of loving, that was not there when you were trapped in mental concepts. You are that depth.
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.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
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 great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.