They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.

These are my sanctuaries: music that stirs, nature that heals, poetry that whispers, and solitude that understands.

What you need will come to you, if you do not ask for what you do not need. Yet only few people reach this state of complete dispassion and detachment. It is a very high state, the very threshold of liberation.

“It isn’t necessary that you leave home. Sit at your desk and listen. Don’t even listen, just wait. Don’t wait, be still and alone. The whole world will offer itself to you.”

“Be silent. Listen. Let it overflow.”

“The person you’re meant to be with will never have to be chased, begged or given an ultimatum.”

“The need to raise itself above humanity is humanity’s prime characteristic.”

“I wish to suggest that a man may be very industrious, and yet not spend his time well. There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living.”

What am I? Am I the bulb that carries the light, or am I the light of which the bulb is a vehicle?