“The ways of fear, and the new awareness, the ways of love.”

Water’s water and that’s why it’s beautiful.

If where I want to go is far away, I’m not there in an instant.

I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either. Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.

The history of human consciousness is marked by the battle between the old awareness.

Other times when I hear the wind blow I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.

To not ever feel myself living, To only know myself in others’ eyes, reflected.

Awareness must be like the rays of the sun: extending everywhere, illuminating all.

Its not about learning to trust. Its about learning what it is I place my trust in and why. Its like learning to see the forest for the trees. You cannot see the forest for the trees unless you are outside the forest.

The appeal of the wild for me is its unpredictability. You have to develop an awareness, react fast, be resourceful and come up with a plan and act on it.

True concentration is an unbroken thread of awareness.

But when you first embark on the Path, your awareness won’t be focused. You’re likely to see all sorts of strange, dreamlike scenes. But you shouldn’t doubt that all such scenes come from your own mind and nowhere else.

Delusion means mortality. And awareness means Buddhahood.

Buddha means awareness, the awareness of body and mind that prevents evil from arising in either.

When I stretch, I stretch in such a way that my awareness moves, and a gate of awareness finally opens.