The child is naturally meditative. He is a sort of samadhi; he's coming out of the womb of existence. His life river is yset absolutely fresh, just from the source. He knows the truth, but he does not know that he knows.... His knowledge is not yet aware. It is innocent. It is simply there, as a matter of fact. And he is not separate from his knowledge; he is his knowledge. He has not mind, he has simple being.

NOW is the only reality. All else is either memory or imagination.

If you fight sex, sex becomes the center. Then, continuously, you are engaged in it, occupied with it. It becomes like a wound. And wherever you look, that wound immediately projects, and whatsoever you see becomes sexual.

The beauty is in finding, not in what you find ; that is just an excuse.

Mind is blocking the fountain of intelligence like a rock.

Just being alive is such a gift, but nobody ever told you to be thankful to existence.

A creativity that comes out of meditative innocence, of meditative purity. And a real creator is possible only through meditation.