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.
Only he can perpetrate violence on others, who knowingly or unknowingly is
torturing himself. Otherwise he, who loves himself, can never cause harm to
anyone.
-Deep Trivedi
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.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
The best way to find your self is to lose yourself in the service of others… All other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.
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.
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.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
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.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.