If you look too closely at the form, you miss the Essence.

Sell your presence and purchase bewilderment.

Your mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe. When you push off with your foot, a thousand new roads become clear.

There is a sun within every person.

Neither this body am I, nor soul, Nor these fleeting images passing by, Nor concepts and thoughts, mental images, Nor yet sentiments and the psyche's labyrinth. Who then am I? A consciousness without origin, Not born in time, nor begotten here below. I am that which was, is and ever shall be, A jewel in the crown of the Divine Self, A star in the firmament of the luminous One.

What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.