You’re not living until it doesn’t matter a tinker’s damn to you whether you live or die. At that point you live. When you’re ready to lose your life, you live it.
A newly married couple said, “What shall we do to make our love endure?” Said the Master, “Love other things together”...
We live in a flash of light; evening comes and it is night forever. It’s only a flash and we waste it. We waste it with our anxiety, our worries, our concerns, our burdens.
No. An unremitting readiness to admit you may be wrong.
Thought can organize the world so well that you are no longer able to see it.
If you don’t look at things through your concepts, you’ll never be bored. Every single thing is unique.
People who want a cure, provided they can have it without pain, are like those who favour progress, provided they can have it without change.
You see persons and things not as they are but as you are.
The world is right because I feel good. p. 83, Awareness, copyright 1990.
This truth I firmly hold, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding; my life has been a gift, a blessing to the world.
I leave you free to be yourself: to think your thoughts, indulge your tastes, follow your inclinations, behave in ways that you decide are to your liking.
There comes a point in your life when you become stark raving insane, commit suicide or become a mystic.
Any time you are with anyone or think of anyone you must say to yourself: I am dying and this person too is dying, attempting the while to experience the truth of the words you are saying. If every one of you agrees to practice this, bitterness will die out, harmony will arise.
When you are guilty, it is not your sins you hate but yourself.
So love the thought of death, love it.
The sun and its light, the ocean and the wave, the singer and his song – not one. Not two.
The human mind makes foolish divisions in what love sees as one.
There were rules in the monastery, but the Master always warned against the tyranny of the law. ‘Obedience keeps the rules,’ he would say. ‘Love knows when to break them.’
You’ve got to drop something. You’ve got to drop illusions. You don’t have to add anything in order to be happy; you’ve got to drop something. Life is easy, life is delightful. It’s only hard on your illusions, your ambitions, your greed, your cravings.
One always treads with a joyful step when one has dropped the burden called the ego.