Just as every drop of the ocean carries the taste of the ocean, so does every moment carry the taste of eternity.

In nature nothing is at standstill, everything pulsates, appears and disappears. Heart, breath, digestion, sleep and waking - birth and death - everything comes and goes in waves. Rhythm, periodicity, harmonious alternation of extremes is the rule. No use rebelling against the very pattern of life.

The silence before the words were spoken, is it different from the silence that came after?

Give up all ideas about yourself and simply be.

For me the moment of death will be a moment of jubilation, not of fear. I cried when I was born and I shall die laughing.

You are not the mind. If you know you are not the mind, then what difference does it make if it's busy or quiet? You are not the mind.

I ask you what is the taste of your mouth all you can do is to say: it is neither sweet nor bitter, nor sour nor astringent; it is what remains when all these tastes are not. Similarly, when all distinctions and reactions are no more, what remains is reality, simple and solid.