All it has experienced, tasted, suffered: The course of years, generations of animals, Oppression, recovery, friendship of sun and - Wind Will pour forth each day in the song Of its rustling foliage, in the friendly Gesture of its gently swaying crown, In the delicate sweet scent of resinous Sap moistening the sleep-glued buds, And the eternal game of lights and Shadows it plays with itself, content.

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

And here is a doctrine at which you will laugh. It seems to me, Govinda, that love is the most important thing in the world.

I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?

Once you are able to make your request in such a way that you will be quite certain of its fulfillment, then the fulfillment will come.

lucid and quiet his voice hovered above the listeners, like a light, like a starry sky.

The river is everywhere at the same time . . . everywhere and the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past, nor the shadow of the future.