Unless One Is Happy, One Cannot Bestow

We See Only The Script And Not The Paper On Which The Script Is Written. The Paper Is There, Whether The Script Is On It Or Not. To Those Who Look Upon The Script As Real, You Have To Say That It Is Unreal - An Illusion - Since It Rests Upon The Paper. The Wise Person Looks Upon Both Paper And Script As One.

Let Knowledge Be Guessed By The Sign Of Equality To All Beings.

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.

There Is Neither Creation Nor Destruction, Neither Destiny Nor Free Will, Neither Path Nor Achievement. This Is The Final Truth.

Dive Deep Into The Chambers Of Your Heart. Find Out The Real, Infinite 'i'. Rest There Peacefully For Ever And Become Identical With The Supreme Self.