The Daily Quote from Rupert Spira, 28th September 2013
Just as a moth never touches the flame that it seeks but rather dies in it, so the apparently separate self never finds the peace or happiness for which it longs, but rather dissolves in it. This dissolution is the experience of peace and happiness.
“The birds have vanished from the sky,
and now the last clouds slip away.
We sit alone, the mountain and I,
until only the mountain remains.”
8thC Chinese poet known as Li Po