“When you realize what you are now, the issue of death will solve itself.”

It authenticates itself. Something inside us knows. This…is what has been sought for, longed for, looked for. This is it. Usually, it’s not what we expected.

True Meditation is the space in which everything gets revealed, everything gets seen, everything gets experienced. And as such, it lets go of itself. We don’t even let go. It lets go of itself.

Embrace suffering, and you transform your relationship with what causes you to suffer, as well as your relationship with suffering itself.

We think there’s someplace other than here to get to—that’s what drives the whole pursuit.

Meditation is not a technique to master; it is the highest form of prayer, a naked act of love and effortless surrender into the silent abyss beyond all knowing

In true meditation the emphasis is on being awareness; not on being aware of objects, but on resting as primordial awareness itself. Primordial awareness is the source in which all objects arise and subside.

The Buddha’s insight into the middle way is not simply about a balance between extremes. This conventional understanding misses the deeper revelation of the middle way as being the very nature of unexcelled enlightenment.

Many Sages have said, “Your world is a dream. You’re living in an illusion.” They’re referring to this world of the mind and the way we believe our thoughts about reality.

One doesn’t stay in a state of nirvana by hiding from difficulties. You stay in nirvana by lavishing nirvana on everyone you meet, by giving it away as fast as you receive it.

When you abide and accept everything completely and fully, you automatically go beyond.

True sincerity reveals a powerful form of clarity and discernment that is necessary in order to perceive yourself honestly without flinching or being held captive by your conditioned mind’s judgments and defensiveness.

When we see the world through our thoughts, we stop experiencing life as it really is and others as they really are. When I have a thought about you, that’s something I’ve created. I’ve turned you into an idea.

Only something as insane as human beings would ever asked themselves if ‘I’m good.’ You don’t find oak trees having existential crisis. ‘I feel so rotten about myself. I don’t produce as much acorns as the one next to me.’

Freedom and Love arise when you die into the unknown mystery of being.

Life sustains itself. Let go of the ego and life takes care of itself through you.

All we really want in the end is to be connected once again with the Truth of our being, to realize what it is that wears this mask of self.

And playing them really sloppy. Keeping it very basic-and using only a few notes-and playing slowly with perfect rhythm is a task in itself.

Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself.

I went to the front, but I never participated in the war itself.

They often reveal much about themselves in a very straightforward way. I am certain that I did. There is nothing that says more about its creator than the work itself.

There is nothing that says more about its creator than the work itself.

At some point your heart will tell itself what to do.

Is that I get to constantly do different things, put on different hats, be different people, and mixing up the genre really lends itself to that.

The practice of photography is no longer a means for recording reality. Instead, it has become reality itself