There is no mystery whatever – only inability to perceive the obvious.
We ourselves are not an illusory part of Reality; rather are we Reality itself illusorily conceived.
Wise men don’t judge: They seek to understand.
Are we not wasps who spend all day in a fruitless attempt to traverse a window-pane – while the other half of the window is wide open?
The only real service we can render to that which we perceive and interpret in phenomenal existence as ‘others’ is by awakening to universal consciousness ourselves.
I AM Here Now As This.
Spontaneity is being present in the present.
Reintegration with Nature, which we are, is the recovery of spontaneity.
Worshiping the teapot instead of drinking the tea.
Realisation is a matter of becoming conscious of that which is already realised.
As long as there is a ‘you’ doing or not-doing, thinking or not-thinking, ‘meditating’ or ‘not-meditating’ you are no closer to home than the day you were born.
The notion that human life has greater value than any other form of life is both unjustifiable and arrogant.
Transcendence implies the surpassing of two things, and the consequent attainment of a third thing. But there are no ‘things’ in reality, of any kind whatever: there is only the thing-in-itself, its suchness, which is Reality, revealed when the illusory dualism of inexistent qualities is dissolved.
The practice of meditation is represented by the three monkeys, who cover their eyes, ears and mouths so as to avoid the phenomenal world.
It is less what one is that should matter, than what one is not.
A man who is seeking for realization is not only going around searching for his spectacles without realizing that they are on his nose all the time, but also were he not actually looking through them he would not be able to see what he is looking for!
All the evil in the world, and all the unhappiness, comes from the I-concept.
We imagine that waking-life is real and that dream-life is unreal, but there does not seem to be any evidence for this belief.
The qualities we possess should never be a matter for satisfaction, but the qualities we have discarded.
It is only the artificial ego that suffers. The man who has transcended his false “me” no longer identifies himself with his suffering.