Like two birds of golden plumage, inseparable companions, the individual self and the immortal Self are perched on branches of the selfsame tree. The former tastes of the sweet and bitter fruits of the tree; the latter, tasting of neither, calmly observes.
“We are like the spider.
We weave our life and
then move along in it.
We are like the dreamer
who dreams and then
lives in the dream.
This is true for
the entire universe.”
Thank you, The Tao of Photography.
When a wise man has withdrawn his mind from all things without,
and when his spirit has peacefully left all inner sensations,
let him rest in peace, free from the movement of will and desire. …
For it has been said: There is something beyond our mind,
which abides in silence within our mind.
It is the supreme mystery beyond thought.
Let one’s mind and subtle spirit rest upon that and nothing else.
…When the mind is silent,
beyond weakness and distraction,
then it can enter into a world,
which is far beyond the mind: the supreme Destination. …
Then one knows the joy of Eternity. …
Words cannot describe the joy of the soul
whose impurities are washed away in the depths of contemplation,
who is one with the Atman, his own Self.
Only those who experience this joy know what it is. …
As water becomes one with water,
fire with fire,
and air with air,
so the mind becomes one with the infinite Mind
and thus attains Freedom.
Thank you to The Beauty We Love