Something mysterious happens when you love yourself. What is it? What, in fact, is implied by “love yourself”? This short poem reveals the truth.
On the spiritual path, we are always on a quest for achieving this and achieving that, with the hope that one day it will result in the achievement of enlightenment. But enlightenment is not an achievement! Where does that leave all your activity, your frenetic doing? What you may be missing is the secret of relaxation.