The moment you know your real being, you are afraid of nothing. Death gives freedom and power. To be free in the world, you must die to the world. Then the universe is your own, it becomes your body, an expression and a tool. The happiness of being absolutely free is beyond description.

Give all your attention to the question: 'What is it that makes me conscious?', until your mind becomes the question itself and cannot think of anything else.

You will get to your maturity quickly if you stay in the nothingness.

The personal needs a base, a body to identify oneself with, just as a colour needs a surface to appear on.

Between the banks of pain and pleasure the river of life flows. It is only when the mind refuses to flow with life, and gets stuck at the banks, that it becomes a problem.

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

The consciousness in you and the consciousness in me, apparently two, really one, seek unity and that is love.