A day offers as much to remember as to never forget - for reasons known and yet to reveal!

What is, was not. What's not, will be. What is that which always is?

Some places are not reachable by any road. Yet, walk we must.

Life is such a delicate intermix of ins and out, beginnings and endings, beauty and silence. Incredible...

Action resulting from confusion and contradiction only creates more of the same. Perhaps we could be patient enough to let the dust settle before the next step.

The most important presence in one's life is that of one's own.

Desire for fulfillment inhabits the root of all frustration.

Is it work that fills up our day or is it us?

Did it ever help to tighten a fist in an effort to hold on to the sand? Or is it just that we know not that it is sand that fills our hands?

Only in true Intelligence there can exist effortless order that is free of struggle, strife, conflicts, and contradictions.

One floating white cloud against clear blue sky, the warm winds, the sparkling waters, the conversations and the silences. Ah! life the beautiful...

Often the search ends when one finds. On occasion one finds only when the search ends.

The opportunity to do good may not befall us all, but the capacity to cause no harm we always carry within.

Is it because life is difficult that we invent dreams and hopes or is it because we so cling to hopes and dreams that life is difficult?

What's the relationship between understanding and knowledge? Is one love & the other dogmatic? Is knowledge necessary for understanding life or is it a barrier?

Beauty is same as a quite mind. To a chattering brain even silence is noise.

Roots of great complications are inhabited by simple desires: desire to be safe, desire to be loved, desire to not be lonely. What is the root of desire?

May all find their deepest needs fulfilled enough to meet needs of another this day.

End of search is the finding, if only one can come upon...

We cover a thousand miles in search of a place to stand still.

The choices we make are defined as much by who we are as the role that they play in determining who we become.

I keep searching, I keep getting found...

Is there more to life than remembering and forgetting? Who remembers and who tries to forget? Is this something to remember or is this something forgotten?

Sometimes one's own past feels like another person's life...

Desire is its own final pursuit, it's own final offering to the fire that it is...

The discovery of love lies not in the presence of another but in the absence of self

What minimal fraction of how we live is of any significance to who we are...

The butterfly is not the desire of a caterpillar. In being one becomes, in becoming one can't be.

Pleasure sees not whose joy it tramples upon.

Mind seeks stillness through action while Love is action born of stillness.

What walls guard us against the raging storms of time - Money? Power? Fame? Beauty? Health? And if everything is fleeting then why the struggle and the strife? Might it be to stumble upon something that is perhaps untouched by time, untainted by age, and without a beginning and thereby no end?

What joy to open windows to an early morning breeze, chirping birds, and to a sun that is barely awake!

What gratitude can one offer to this immense Grace that shines upon us as life, friends, family, and joy for no great doing of ours. I suppose one can always start with a heartfelt Thank you. So Thank you...

The courage needed to embrace a change is often paralleled by the energy one invests in avoiding the same.

We often advice where we should closely listen. Perhaps we are afraid that if we did listen we might be compelled to change how we go about our daily business of living.

The effort to change things outside is a resistance to change within. Only when we are free of all resistance does there exist the possibility to come upon the unchangeable.

Until we discover the togetherness that weaves through our separateness we only end up with feeling isolated in our togetherness.

The withering away of beauty lies not in the death or decay of a thing but in the aliveness of our attachment towards its particular form.

How many distances we cover in order to arrive from where we started and be able to see it as home.

Mind's demand for occupation emanates from its fear of being alone.

Sometimes it is most difficult to be who we already are - a son, a daughter, a parent, an employee, a friend. The roles that bind us are the same as the ones that define us. It is unbearable to witness the forthcoming or immediate falling apart of these definitions.

It is kind on life's part to accommodate our logic. It would be too much to ask her to abide by it as well.

Fear is not of the unknown but of losing that which is the known.

Happiness is so overrated. Why can't we just be with that which is?

Love has taught me - in its approaching, in its staying, in its receding, in my desire of it, in my fear of it, in my understanding and misunderstanding of it. but mostly because of my realizing that I understand it not and know it even less. I have cherished it even when i have knowingly moved away from it and loved it even when if has flown as an unending stream through the very eyes that never grew weary longing for it.

it is only either out of great courage or out of great love that we are able to take earnest responsibility for the wrongs that we committed, which we know not how to correct.

All this time I thought I was carrying the weight of my body. Not realizing that it was my heart that was either light or heavy. today it has put on some weight. I think it is pushing down hard so it can leap up really high into lightness of being.

Short term remediations are helpful only if they inspire us and enable us towards achieving long term alleviations. Otherwise they can be and often are disastrous.

That which claims another's happiness can never be our joy. No matter what size, shape, form or circumstance it uses to present itself.

Care. Do we? About us, about ours, about those and for that which we do not consider as ours?
how would our next action be different if we really, truly, genuinely cared?

may we all discover the deepest rest and respite in truly realizing that ALL roads lead home.

An examined life comes a full circle starting from ignorance, leading up to knowledge, and returning back to the starting point of not-knowing. It is all the same and yet it is never the same again.

That which requires another is no love.
Love is that in which there is no other.

Don't go looking for places to pray to God. Instead know that wherever you truly pray there your God exists.

Religion is but an invention of a fearful mind seeking security in face of a world that ceaselessly questions the possibility of immortality. The desire to survive beyond the seen is the seed in whose sprouting all religions germinate.

So much is buried under the sands of time.
The wind is whispering or trying to remind?
At times one recalls what is not forgotten,
At times one wants to forget what one just recalled.

Those whom we consider least deserving of our love may actually be in most need of it. to judge another is to deprive ourselves - of love, of life, of possibilities.

Does hate result from the fear of being deprived of what one loves? If yes, then is love causing hate to come about? If not, then is our understanding of love a mere misunderstanding of attachment? Then what is love?

If life were a crime, loneliness would be its punishment.
If life is a gift, could loneliness be its wrapper?

Nothing is as restorative, comforting, transforming, and destructive as love.

may we find within ourselves th strength to come upon that which seeks us from within and from without.

When it feels right to do what you know to be the wrong thing to do, look within for courage that listens to and acts in accordance with the soft and innocent inner voice. that which seems easy today will not always remain so, nor would the difficult.

may we all find in ourselves not just the compassion that abstains from hurting but also the courage and capacity that heals an aching heart - in another, in ourselves.

Suffering is as much a cause of desire as desire is the cause for suffering. As long as one suffers one cannot know a life without desire. In the birth of wisdom lies the death of suffering.

Storms, clouds, dust, rains, thunder, lightening... and an ever untainted sky.

How to express that which cannot be comprehended? How to comprehend that which cannot be perceived? Perhaps silence can convey that which words cannot will.

Move with love towards those from whom you would rather move away in aversion and come to know what love really is.

love already is what knowledge strives to become.

It wasn't the river in search of the ocean but the ocean in search of itself. The drop did not fall in the ocean, the ocean itself descended in the drop.

For the most part, what w call our faith, like our beliefs, is a mere reflection and extension of our greed - greed to be more prosperous, more joyful, more peaceful.

Our relationship with another is a reflection of our relationship with ourselves in presence of that another - person, animal, object, or idea. Only when we are comfortable with ourselves at all times, can we be comfortable with all else under all circumstances.

Freedom - the knowledge of and the ability to respond differently to the same circumstance.

Fate is not inscribed in any gene. Blood does not scream nationality. there is more to life than one's ability to outperform another or one's own past as it stands in contrast to another. today, choose to be at peace. Today, choose to unite. today, let another's burden be lighter because you walked alongside.

In suffering there lies the possibility of birth of wisdom. However, in birth of wisdom there lies sure death of suffering.

the loudest sound outside fails to dampen the faintest whisper within.

To hear, listen.
To listen, be silent.
To be silent, just be.

Thank goodness for the tears of gratitude. How else could we ever express our gratefulness for the gift of love!

Love is to acknowledge a family member in every stranger and to make room for a stranger in every family member.

technology as a social tool: an attempt to overcome one person's absence at the expense of another person's presence.

Culture is what we invent through the ages while truth is that which we recognize, since truth is that which is never-changing and always known by our being - even if forgotten.

Desire - the unending search for joy. May we all find the joy coming upon which frees us of all longing and restlessness, settling us in a place of peace and abundance.

All smiles. No tears. Everyone. Everywhere.

Pursuit of peace without an understanding of love, seeped in fear and marked by lack of courage, serves none other than conflict, hatred, and isolation as its sole master.

May today we forgive that which we have not been able to forget. may today we embrace in love that which we have not been able to accept. May today our hearts dwell in peace no matter what path our life takes.

To truly give without expectation is the same as to receive without hesitation. both go hand in hand. Both are love. Both are of the heart and not of the mind.

One creates noise outside to hide the din within. One gets busy outside to overcome the restlessness inside. to go within is to move from words to silence, from having to being, from confusion to clarity, from hankering to contentment, from indifference to love. Then all is music, then all is rest.

True forgiveness is not selective but all encompassing. and it begins with forgiving oneself. To forgive is to let go of the past. To forgive is to not be afraid of the future. To forgive is to become innocent again.

presence of thirst indicates the existence of water, hunger of food, darkness of light, and longing of love. Search itself substantiates the sought. Do not give up on the possibility of coming upon that whose existence you long for.

To blame is to judge the past, motivated by a desire to control the future, completely oblivious to that which is the present. If this is not sleep, what is?

To find oneself when feeling lost - priceless!

If we leave another to suffer on account of that other being a cause of suffering to us/another, sooner or later we will find ourselves alone and hurting in our lives.

Nights are noisy from dreams while days echo their silence....

May another's well being be the intent and not a causality of our ambitions.

A perfect outcome is an intricate interweaving of small tasks attended to with great love and detail, glued together with luck/grace.

Once a lamp is lit it cannot but help dispel darkness. the alchemy is within, not without. Elimination of darkness has all to do with light and nothing to do with darkness itself.

There is freedom in choice but bondage in choosing

To be meditative is to find unmoving stillness in relentless movement, to come upon peaceful rest in unsettling restlessness, to be the light of love in a world darkened by conflict.

Knowledge blocks the path to love unless love was the path that led to the knowledge