Each moment is new

“You cannot step in the same river twice” — Heraclitus
Each moment is new, each moment is fresh, life is flowing and changing every moment.

concerned with the being

a man of wisdom is always concerned with the being. a man of ignorance is always concerned with questions of doing, what is to be done.

Who are you trying to trick?

Who are you trying to trick, who are you trying to deceive? The other, God, yourself? Once you understand the wholeness of life, you will stop being cunning. You are not separate; you are not the individual; only the whole exists.

Ambition

Ambition and desire are the food of human misery.

Freedom

One should not interfere in anybody else’s freedom.

Perfect Virtue

Perfect virtue produces nothing. Because it needs nothing else. Only imperfection desires to produce something.

the question is: are you ready?

whenever the disciple is ready the master appears

don't ask for repetition

Whenever a blissful moment happens, don’t ask for it again. Don’t ask for it to be repeated, because all repetition is of mind. Don’t ask for it again. If you ask, then the mind will say, “I know the trick. I will do it for you.” The mind will destroy the mystery of a new moment.

When it happens, feel happy and grateful and forget. The fish is caught, forget the trap. The meaning is caught, forget the word.

Prayer

“When I started praying, I would go to the church and talk to God. I talked to him for many years, and then suddenly I realized that this was useless. How can you talk before God? One has to be silent. What is there to be said? And what can I say which will help God to know more? So I stopped talking, I became silent.

Then after many years I realized that even silence wouldn’t do. So I started listening. First I was talking, then I was not talking, and then I was listening.

When this listening happened, then for the first time prayer happened.”

— Soren Kierkegaard, a Danish philosopher

A wise man yields

When there is a strong wind, the trees resist and die, and the grass bends. The storm goes by and again the grass stands straight, laughing and enjoying. The big tree thinks so much of himself and will fight the storm: “Who can bend me? Who can force me to yield?” It is foolish to fight with the storm, because the storm has not come for you. It is nothing special, the storm is simply passing and you happen to be there.

A wise man yields. A foolish man always resists. A wise man can see the total of life and accept what is; a foolish man can only see the fragment and always suffer from his choice.