“If you are afraid of the dark, why do you keep on going back to it? You might be afraid of the light.”

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.

It takes two to suffer.

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night, shining with the light from the sun, and the sun doesn’t give light to the moon assuming, the moon’s gonna owe it one.

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past, bringing back these memories I wish I didn’t have.

Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on? she asked me. The big show is inside my head, I said.

Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race, whose life is but darkness, as unreal as a shadow, the illusion of a dream.

Everybody has a light and a dark side, and neither can exist without the other.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.

When true friends meet in adverse hour; ‘Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.