Only Zorbas become Buddhas - and Buddha was never a monk, A monk is one who has never been a Zorba and has become enchanted by the words of Buddhas. A monk is an imitator, he is false, pseudo. He imitates Buddhas. He may be Christian, he may be Buddhist, he may be a Hindu - that doesn't make much difference - but he imitates Buddhas.

As the witnessing deepens, you start becoming drunk with the divine. This is what is called ecstasy.

No thought, no mind, no choice — just being silent, rooted in yourself.

Unless you become alert and aware in life, unless you change the quality of your living, you will not die consciously. And only a conscious death can bring you to a conscious birth; and then a far more conscious life opens its doors.

The mind is continuously running around. It never sits, it can't sit. Sitting seems to be death to it, and in a way it is.

Life cannot be possessed. You cannot have it in your fist. If you want to have it, you have to keep your hands open.

We need not worry about the future, we need not be prophetic about the future, we need not say a single thing about the future. We should be joyous and happy in this moment, and the next moment will be coming out of this moment. It will be suffused with the celebration of this moment, and naturally it will lead you into a higher celebration. The future is going to come out of this present.