There Must Be A Subject To Know

Your True Nature Is That Of Infinite Spirit. The Feeling Of Limitation Is The Work Of The Mind.

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.

To Ask The Mind To Kill Itself Is Like Making The Thief The Policeman. He Will Go With You And Pretend To Catch The Thief, But Nothing Will Be Gained. So You Must Turn Inward And See Where The Mind Rises From, And Then It Will Cease To Exist.

Grace Is Within You. If It Were External, It Would Be Useless.

That Which Is Not Present In Deep Dreamless Sleep Is Not Real