“We are born as children of ignorance, on a journey to be a child of awareness.”

Happiness is there when the seeking for it colapse.

Silence solves the problem by dissolving it.

What we truly desire is happiness, which is truly found without desire.

You and me will never be free, we can only manifest as freedom.

What dies in awakening is not you, but ignorance.

When you rest into this stillness, into nothingness, you see clearly that this YOU is already a gem, a shining crystal manifesting from moment to moment.

Do what you love until doing ends and only love exists.

When the mind rests into its silent nature, it realise that love don’t come and go. Love can’t die.

The wave that realizes it is the sea, is forever free.

When the mind is still, truth dance in the purity of silence.

Spiritual awakening is not about knowing everything and about being powerful. Quite the opposite is true. It is about resting deeply into not knowing, and about being so sensible and fragile that the belief of the ego dissolve into silence.

Freedom is a spontaneous letting go of all desire and effort.

You can read hundreds of spiritual books, study all kinds of scriptures, but the final truth is an experience in silence.

Awakening is a natural process.

Forms do change, yet the essence stays the same.

What can seem like complex understanding is truly found in simplicity.

Whenever the intensity of looking reaches a certain degree, one becomes aware of an equally intense energy coming towards one through the appearance of whatever it is one is scrutinizing.

When we’re deluded there’s a world to escape. When we’re aware, there’s nothing to escape.

One of the few blessings of living in an age of anxiety is that we are forced to become aware of ourselves.

One must remember equality, yet also be aware of difference, for if the people are allowed to act as it pleases them without coming up against displeasure, if one gives rein to its desires without setting [any] limit, it becomes confused and can no longer take delight in anything.

Nice creepy reptile,” Frank said, very aware of the driftwood in his coat pocket. “Nice poisonous, fire-breathing reptile.

It’s not easy to live every moment wholly aware of death. It’s like trying to stare the sun in the face: you can stand only so much of it. Because we cannot live frozen in fear, we generate methods to soften death’s terror.

I have been aware all the time that my peoples, spread far and wide throughout every continent and ocean in the world, were united to support me in the task to which I have now been dedicated with such solemnity.

There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.