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.
-Rumi "Jalaluddin Rumi"
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.
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.
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.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
Why don't we understand the simple fact that we have to spend the major part
of our life with ourselves. Then why do we depend on other people or things and
invite sorrows? Obviously, how can a person who is so dependent on others for
his happiness, ever be happy?
-Deep Trivedi
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
Everything is expression of our own intelligence. Through simple, innocent, natural unbounded awareness-fullness of Self, all is accomplished… Only we should not be influenced by the winds.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
You should discover your own reality and not thwart yourself. For you have the self as your only friend, or as your only enemy.