If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.

Christ could be born a thousand times in Bethlehem - but all in vain until He is born in me.

We keep so busy talking we are so keen to act that we forget that in the heart lies all we need untapped, intact.

The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.

A monk asks:Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature?The master answers:Yes, your awareness of the wonders of nature.

Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?

The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.