True Self doesn’t have moods. Moods are egoic entities, the po-faced offspring of frustrated wanting.
Surely it is beneath our dignity to run after anything—especially a dream.
Nothing fans the flames of desire like I-am-the-body consciousness. The man who thinks he’s a body is a rolling appetite. His eyes tell the story.
Imagine the havoc we’d wreak if at every step along the way we got exactly what we wanted.
You’re not in control. Be grateful.
Sex is not bad. It’s the desire for sex that creates a howling host of problems. It’s the same with possessions. We have them because we want them, not because we need them.