The Place Where Even The Slightest Trace

If A Man Considers That He Is Born, He Cannot Avoid The Fear Of Death. Let Him Find Out If He Has Been Born Or If The Self Has Any Birth. He Will Discover That The Self Always Exists, That The Body That Is Born Resolves Itself Into Thought And That The Emergence Of Thought Is The Root Of All Mischief. Find From Where Thoughts Emerge. Then You Will Be Able To Abide In The Ever-present Inmost Self And Be Free From The Idea Of Birth Or The Fear Of Death.

The State We Call Realization Is Simply Being Oneself, Not Knowing Anything Or Becoming Anything.

From Where Does This "i" Arise? Seek For It Within; It Then Vanishes. This Is The Pursuit Of Wisdom. When The Mind Unceasingly Investigates Its Own Nature, It Transpires That There Is No Such Thing As Mind. This Is The Direct Path For All. The Mind Is Merely Thoughts. Of All Thoughts The Thought "i" Is The Root.

The Normal Self Is The Mind. The Mind Is With Limitations. But Pure Consciousness Is Beyond Limitations, And Is Reached By Investigation Into The "i."

A Man Does Not Have To Go And Find Where His Eyes Are In Order To See. The Heart Is There, Always Open To You, If You Care To Enter It, Always Supporting Your Movements, Although You May Be Unaware Of It. It Is Perhaps More Correct To Say That The Self Is The Heart. Really The Self Is The Centre And Is Everywhere Aware Of Itself As The Heart Or Self-awareness.