The whole play of existence is so beautiful that laughter can be the only response to it. Only laughter can be the real prayer, gratitude.

When one is in love with existence one feels such blessing, such bliss, that it is natural to bow down in deep gratitude.

Touch your inner space, which is nothingness, as silent and empty as the sky; it is your inner sky. Once you settle down in your inner sky, you have come home, and a great maturity arises in your actions, in your behavior. Then whatever you do has grace in it. Then whatever you do is a poetry in itself. You live poetry; your walking becomes dancing, your silence becomes music.

Your ego may be just a soap bubble. Maybe for a few seconds it will remain, rising higher in the air. Perhaps for a few seconds it may have a rainbow, but it is only for a few seconds. In this infinite and eternal existence your egos go on bursting every moment. It is better not to have any attachment with soap bubbles.

A certain darkness is needed to see the stars.

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

Anybody who says that love is a hindrance on the path of self-realization is not a sage.