When the wind blows across the various continents, it does not bring with it the nationalities of the countries through which it passes. So likewise with Life.

The soil in which the meditative mind can begin is the soil of everyday life, the strife, the pain, and the fleeting joy. It must begin there, and bring order, and from there move endlessly. .. You must take a plunge into the water, not knowing how to swim. And the beauty of meditation is that you never know where you are, where you are going, what the end is.

From these prejudices there arises conflict, transient joys and suffering. But we are unconscious of this, unconscious that we are slaves to certain forms of tradition, to social and political environment, to false values.

In obedience there is always fear, and fear darkens the mind.

There is an art of seeing things as they are: without naming, without being caught in a network of words, without thinking interfering with perception.

Meditation is the process of understanding your own mind.

Using another as a means of satisfaction and security is not love. Love is never security; love is a state in which there is no desire to be secure; it is a state of vulnerability.