The charnel ground is that great graveyard in which the complexities of samsara and nirvana lie buried.

You can't feel the earth if you can't feel the space.

There is something suspect about our inability to enjoy anything.

Our life is an endless journey; it is like a broad highway that extends infinitely into the distance. The practice of meditation provides a vehicle to travel on that road. Our journey consists of constant ups and downs.

As long as a person is involved with warfare, trying to defend or attack, then his action is not sacred; it is mundane, dualistic, a battlefield situation.

We do not have to be ashamed of what we are. As sentient beings we have wonderful backgrounds. These backgrounds may not be particularly enlightened or peaceful or intelligent. Nevertheless, we have soil good enough to cultivate; we can plant anything in it.

Whatever shakes you should without delay, right away, be incorporated into the path.