Love is all around you like the air and is the very breath of your being. But you cannot know it, feel its unfeeling touch, until you pause in your busy-ness, are still and poised and empty of your wanting and desiring. When at rest the air is easily offended and will flee even from the fanning of a leaf, as love flees from the first thought. But when the air or love moves of its own accord it is a hurricane that drives all before it.

Truth cannot be taught but it is quickly recognised by the person ready to discover it.

All love - love of children, love of parents, love of God or life - comes out of making physical love. Without the making of love there is no body to love anything.

You can experience consciousness now by experiencing the fact that you exist.

We can rarely see things from the point of view of another person because we look at the facts through the screen of an impression or an interest which distorts our view; and then there are accusations, quarrels and misunderstandin.

To experience beauty, love, truth and peace, or God, your mind has to be stilled.

You think, you become that thought. And consciousness, or the state of pure awareness, is lost.