The world is filled with love-play, from animal lust to sublime compassion.

One is a great deal less anxious if one feels perfectly free to be anxious, and the same may be said of guilt.

You will never get to the irreducible definition of anything because you will never be able to explain why you want to explain, and so on. The system will gobble itself up.

Here is the vicious circle: if you feel separate from your organic life, you feel driven to survive; survival -going on living- thus becomes a duty and also a drag because you are not fully with it; because it does not quite come up to expectations, you continue to hope that it will, to crave for more time, to feel driven all the more to go on.

Nirvana is where you are, provided you don't object to it.

There's an interdependence between flowers and bees. Where there are no flowers there are no bees, and where there are no bees, there are no flowers. They are really one organism. And so in the same way, everything in nature depends on everything else.

If you study the writings of the mystics, you will always find things in them that appear to be paradoxes, as in Zen, particularly.