There is no 'my self' and 'his self'. There is the Self, the only Self of all. Misled by the diversity of names and shapes, minds and bodies, you imagine multiple selves.

In the light of calm and steady self-awareness, inner energies wake up and work miracles without any effort on your part.

Your true meaning cannot be grasped or captured by words. You can never be equated with any words, because you are prior to words.

There are always moments when one feels empty and estranged.
 Such moments are most desirable, 
for it means the soul has cast its moorings and is sailing for distant places. 
This is detachment -- 
when the old is over and the new has not yet come. 
If you are afraid, the state may be distressing, 
but there is really nothing to be afraid of. 
Remember the instruction: 
Whatever you come across -- go beyond.

Don’t try to understand! It’s enough if you do not misunderstand.

The world is like a sheet of paper on which something is typed. The reading and the meaning will vary with the reader, but the paper is the common factor, always present, rarely perceived. When the ribbon is removed, typing leaves no trace on the paper. So is my mind - the impressions keep on coming, but no trace is left.

Even faith in God is only a stage on the way. Ultimately you abandon all, for you come to something so simple that there are no words to express it.