We are creatures of each other, causing and bearing each other’s burden. —Sri Nisargadatta

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Whoever you are: in the evening step out
of your room, where you know everything; 
yours is the last house before the far-off:
whoever you are.

With your eyes, which in their weariness
barely free themselves from the worn-out threshold, 
you lift very slowly one black tree
and place it against the sky: slender, alone.

And you have made the world. And it is huge
and like a word which grows ripe in silence. 
And as your will seizes on its meaning,
tenderly your eyes let it go…


—Rainer Maria Rilke
The Book of Images

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The body is not you, the name is not you.

The body is the food you have consumed;
the taste of the food is the knowledge ‘I am’.

That is Self, the feeling ‘I am’,
that is the love to be. 

How amazing, how incredible, it has no name, but you give many names to it. 

It is the Self, the love to be. 
That love to be is all pervading. 

Before you conceptualize anything, you are. 

Even before the knowingness, you are.


—Sri Nisargadatta

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You have long been bound thinking: 

‘I am a person’.

Let the knowledge: ‘I am Awareness alone’ 

be the sword that frees you.

—Ashtavakra Gita

 

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