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

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.

The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.

Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.

We all have hearts. If you have a heart, love somebody. If you have enough heart, love everybody.

That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind, a dog’s fidelity!

Only a fool permits the letter of the law to override the spirit in the heart. Do not let a piece of paper stand in the way of true love and headlines.

A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

Standing alone,eager to just believe,it’s good enough to be what you really are,but in your heart,uncertainty forever lies,and you’ll always be,somewhere on the outside.