Devotion {to the spiritual master} becomes the purest, quickest, and simplest way to realize the nature of our mind and all things. As we progress in it, the process reveals itself as wonderfully interdependent: We, from our side, try continually to generate devotion; the devotion we arouse itself generates glimpses of the nature of mind, and these glimpses only enhance and deepen our devotion to the master who is inspiring us. So in the end devotion springs out of wisdom: devotion and the living experience of the nature of mind becomes inseparable, and inspire one another.

We may idealize freedom, but when it comes to our habits, we are completely enslaved.

Theories are like patches on a coat, one day they just wear off.

This dying forces you to look into yourself. And in this, compassion is the only way. Love is the only way.

Let the sky outside awake a sky inside your mind.

There would be no chance to get to know death at all ...if it happened only once.

Yet is our deepest desire is truly to live and go on living, why do we blindly insist that death is the end? Why not at least try and explore the possibility that there may be a life after?