The attainment of enlightenment from ego's point of view is extreme death.

Artistic vision comes from a mind clear enough to fall in love with what we see.

If you are involved with the intensity of crescendo situations, with the intensity of tragedy, you might begin to see the humor of these situations as well. As in music, when we hear the crescendo building, suddenly if the music stops, we begin to hear the silence as part of the music.

The complexities of life situations are really not as complicated as we tend to experience them.

In the cocoon, there is no idea of light at all, until we experience some longing for openness, some longing for something other than the smell of our own sweat. When we examine that comfortable darkness - look at it, smell it, feel it - we find it is claustrophobic.

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.

Anything that is created must sooner or later die. Enlightenment is permanent because we have not produced it; we have merely discovered it.