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.
If you wish to be free, know you are the Self, the witness of all these, the heart of awareness. Set your body aside; sit in your own awareness. You will be at once happy, forever still, forever free.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
The person who does not love himself, though he may abstain from meat in the
name of non-violence; his mind can never be non-violent.
-Deep Trivedi
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.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
The one who loves himself, would atleast not worry or be jealous.
-Deep Trivedi
Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter which fork you use.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
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