“If you wish to find Love, don’t look for the object of love but rather for the source of love. There you will find the Beloved.”

Who reminds you to breathe and to beat your heart? Something is there, taking care.

Ignoring the mind is a beautiful sadhana. This is what many of the sages did. They ignored the mind out of existence. It loses its influence and its potency when it is ignored.

If you do not trust life to unfold, the mind takes over and it becomes a game of strategy, motivated by anxiety. This mistrust is unfair. Life has given us so much, and yet we do not trust it.

When you see what is not real, this laughter comes.

Face your fears and stop allowing the mind to hold you captive.

The greatest healing would be to wake up from what we are not.

Your urge to control life controls you.

Leave your existence to existence, stop caring for yourself so much and let the universe care for you; it is the best mother.

Don’t belong to anything. Don’t belong to anyone. Just Be. Feel your Being first and foremost, and don’t compare or compete. Just Be your Being.

You ask, ‘How to live my life?’ But with the question you are suffocating life itself, for life is spontaneity.

Don’t try and save yourself. The self that is trying to be saved is not you.

If you could look inside the Heart of any and every single human being, you would fall in love with them completely. If you see the inside as it really Is and not as your mind projects it to be, you would be so purely in love with the whole thing.

When you drop all your ideas, fantasies and projections about who you are and what freedom is and remain completely empty, this is freedom.

The greatest step towards a life of happiness and simplicity is to let go. Trust in the power that is already taking care of you spontaneously without effort.

If you seek approval from others in this world, you will not know happiness.

Everything is just now. Your existence is just now. Just timeless Now. All the rest is just a dream due to conditioning and memory.

There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries.

The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved.

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply… For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that’s the inheritor of our fear.

Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end.

They were soon to emigrate to Canada, and the aerial ride was meant to be a last view of their beloved England.

I’m my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.

In mutual love the lover not only wants the happiness of his beloved; but has an eye towards his own happiness also.