Bliss Is A Thing Which Is Always

This Perception Of Division Between The Seer And The Object That Is Seen, Is Situated In The Mind. For Those Remaining In The Heart, The Seer Becomes One With The Sight.

By The Inquiry 'who Am I?'. The Thought 'who Am I?' Will Destroy All Other Thoughts, And Like The Stick Used For Stirring The Burning Pyre, It Will Itself In The End Get Destroyed. Then, There Will Arise Self-realization.

The Mind Turned Inwards Is The Self; Turned Outwards, It Becomes The Ego And All The World. Cotton Made Into Various Clothes We Call By Various Names. Gold Made Into Various Ornaments, We Call By Various Names. But All The Clothes Are Cotton And All The Ornaments Gold. The One Is Real, The Many Are Mere Names And Forms.

You Are Awareness. Awareness Is Another Name For You. Since You Are Awareness There Is No Need To Attain Or Cultivate It. All That You Have To Do Is To Give Up Being Aware Of Other Things, That Is Of The Not-self. If One Gives Up Being Aware Of Them Then Pure Awareness Alone Remains, And That Is The Self.

The End Of All Wisdom Is Love, Love, Love.