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
The one who doesn't love himself, can never love anyone else in this world. And
if he loves himself, atleast he would not torture or trouble anyone in the name of
religion or teachings...
-Deep Trivedi
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
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.
Occasionally we find ourselves at unexpected crossroads with more than one opportunity from which to choose. Time itself is often the best indicator of which decision to make, for it can tell so many things that are now hazy.
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.
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.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
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.