Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
-Andre Gide " Andre Gide"
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
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.
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!
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.
You should discover your own reality and not thwart yourself. For you have the self as your only friend, or as your only enemy.
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.
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.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
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.