“Between day and night there was a moment of silence.”

The beauty of a quiet mind is that ordinary life becomes extraordinary. There is no need to wait for these moments, or create this moments, they are already and always here. These simple moments can become your natural life, your extraordinary ordinary life.

When you realise the stillness in movement, life becomes love in motion.

Does love need to know that it is love?

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

The simple answer to the constant struggle is silence.

Free will exist only in a confused mind.

Don’t be afraid to be deeply alone, aloneness creates stillness, stillness creates healing, healing opens up to love, and in that love the concept of being alone dissolve.

If you are the sun, clouds are not a problem.

Who could ever think that not believing in myself was freedom.

The nature of the mind is silence, When that becomes clear, the whole show is included.

Silence will remove the veil of ignorance.

In the moment you choose not to be vulnerable towards your pain and suffering you also build a wall towards happiness, towards awakening.

I was born to do nothing, seems lazy, but we are all born to realise that there is nothing we can do.

When you awaken to your silent nature there is a realization that you are happy without being someone, that you love without loving someone. This love includes everything.

When the mind is empty of the “me”, the heart is full of love.

The happy ending is that it is not ending.

Yet just as the day has two halves, one governed by the sun and the other by the moon.

I often went entire days without speaking – unable to get a word in over my inner taskmaster, who never shut up:

In the days that followed I couldn’t stop thinking about him. It made me believe maybe there was such thing as love at first sight, if not between a girl and a boy, then at least between a girl and a horse.

Days will prove that the assassination policy will not finish the Hamas.

Every day we hear about a new invention here and there and they are reducing considerably their consumption of oil.

Don’t plant your days they turn into weeds.

Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me – choke those little bad days. Choke ’em down to nothing.

I love touring. If I could tour every day of my life, I would. It’s my favorite thing to do.