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.
Service without ideal of self…trains you to transcend all the artificial distinctions imposed by history and geography, and to realise that the human community is one and indivisible.
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
Bright but hidden, the Self dwells in the heart. Everything that moves, breathes, opens, and closes Lives in the Self. Self is the source of love and may be known through love but not through thought. Attain this goal!
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 at once be happy, forever still, forever free.
Fight with yourself, why fight with external foes? He, who overcomes self will obtain happiness.
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 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.
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
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.