Life in itself is so beautiful that to ask the question of the meaning of life is simply nonsense.

Meditation is simply a strange surgical method which cuts you away from all that is not yours and saves only that which is your authentic being. It burns everything else and leaves you standing naked, alone under the sun, in the wind. It is as if you are the first man who has descended onto earth—who knows nothing, who has to discover everything, who has to be a seeker, who has to go on a pilgrimage.

Only those who are ready to become nobodies are able to love.

Life reflects, life resounds, life echoes whatsoever you throw at life.

The real religion is not imitation of anybody else, it is a search to find out your own authentic self, who you are.

Mind is a door that leads you outside in the world; meditation is the door that leads you to your interiority - to the very innermost shrine of your being.

Any object of desire is bound to bring frustration. Any expectation is bound to turn into frustration. Expectation is the beginning of frustration, the very seed. Beware of it!