Reality is neither subjective nor objective, neither mind nor matter, neither time nor space. These divisions need somebody to happen to, a conscious separate center. But reality is all and nothing, the totality and the exclusion, the fullness and the emptiness, fully consistent, absolutely paradoxical. You cannot speak about it, you can only lose yourself in it.

You know that you are. Don't burden yourself with names, just be. Any name or shape you give yourself obscures your real nature.

All I plead with you is this: make love of your self perfect

Don't pretend to be what you are not. Don't refuse to be what you are.

Earnestness is the most important thing.

When the mind is quiet, we come to know ourselves as the pure witness. We withdraw from the experience and its experiencer and stand apart in pure awareness, which is between and beyond the two. The personality, based on self-identification, on imagining itself to be something: 'I am this, I am that', continues, but only as a part of the objective world. Its identification with the witness snaps.

We miss the real by lack of attention, and create the unreal by excess of imagination.