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.
Fight with yourself, why fight with external foes? He, who overcomes self will obtain happiness.
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.
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.
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.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
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.
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.
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