“Like two birds of golden plumage, inseparable companions, the
individual self and the immortal Self are perched on the branches of the
selfsame tree. The former tastes of the sweet and bitter fruits of the
tree; the latter, tasting of neither, calmly observes.
“The individual self, deluded by forgetfulness of his identity with the
divine Self, bewildered by his ego, grieves and is sad. But when he
recognizes the worshipful Lord as his own true Self, and beholds his
glory, he grieves no more.”
(From the Bhagavad Gita)
The birds have vanished into the sky,
and now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountains and me,
until only the mountains remain.
Li Po (701-762)
Start in the simple here and now - The Zen master Thich Nhat Hahn teaches us;
'Smile, Breathe and go slowly'
When we are much stronger we can be like