In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
- Upanishads "Maitri Upanishad 3.2"
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
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.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
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.
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.
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.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.
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
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.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.