Like a ball bated back and forth, a human being is batted by two forces within.

Who sees the many and not the one, wanders on from death to death.
Even by the mind this truth is to be learned: there are not many but only one. Who sees variety and not the unity wanders on from death to death.

People see his pleasure-ground; him no one sees at all.

You are what your deep driving desire is.

As an eagle, weary after soaring in the sky, folds its wings and flies down to rest in its nest, so does the shining Self enter the state of dreamless sleep, where one is freed from all desires.

Know one, know all.