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.
-Ada. L. Huxtable "Ada. L. Huxtable"
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.
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.
In reality, what you are is not that important as "are you really what you portray
yourself to be?"
-Deep Trivedi
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
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.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
To become conscious we must become Self-aware in the awareness of the observer Self-observing.
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!
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.