Time does not really exist as we know it; rather it's a transfiguration of a concept in which mortality, mutability, is conditioned.

The ashram is where everyone lives in the same building or on the same grounds. You feel that it's selfish for you to devote your life to one person. You don't just love the one, you love the many also.

The pathway to enlightenment leads to states of ecstasy, knowledge, and a pretty ironic sense of humor.

I'm not speaking metaphorically, plants that you have in your house, or if you've ever made friends with a tree somewhere, there is a moment that these beings can aid you.

Focus on this moment. Hold your hand and see what it feels like. Go look at some grass. Talk to a palm tree. Outrun a Ferrari. Experience life.

Faithfulness, faith, all of the words that so few people live, you must live. Only then are you worthy of immortality.

I entered a spiritual community when I was 20, which I was in for 11 year, with very strict meditative practices, with an Eastern teacher. It was very much like a religious order.