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.
One’s inner light alone is the means, naught else. When this inner light is kept alive, it is not affected by the darkness of inertia.
The Self, having in dreams enjoyed the pleasures of sense, gone hither and thither, experienced good and evil, hastens back to the state of waking from which he started. As a man passes from dream to wakefulness, so does he pass from this life to the next.
The one who loves himself, would atleast not worry or be jealous.
-Deep Trivedi
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.
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.
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.
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.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
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.