Many expressions that are in common usage, and sometimes the structure of language itself, reveal the fact that people don't know who they are. You say: "He lost his life" or "my life," as if life were something that you can possess or lose. The truth is: you don't have a life, you are life. The One Life, the one consciousness that pervades the entire universe and takes temporary form to experience itself as a stone or blade of grass, as an animal, a person, a star or a galaxy. Can you sense deep within that you already know that? Can you sense that you already are That?

Consciousness is a vast ocean and thinking is the waves & ripples on the surface of the ocean.

Buddha is said to have given a "silent sermon" once during which he held up a flower and gazed at it. After a while, one of those present, a monk called Mahakasyapa, began to smile. He is said to have been the only one who had understood the sermon. According to legend, that smile (that is to say, realization) was handed down by twenty-eight successive masters and much later became the origin of Zen.

Watch the clouds. They will teach you about the world of form.

Thinking is no more than a tiny aspect of the totality of consciousness, the totality of who you are.

Just as without silence there could be no sound, you would not exist without the vital formless dimension that is the essence of who you are.

Ultimately what you do is secondary. But how you do it is primary.