“I spur my horse past the ruined city;the ruined city, that wakes the traveler's thoughts:ancient battlements, high and low;old grave mounds, great and small.Where the shadow of a single tumbleweed ...”

“Not till your thoughts cease all their branching here and there, not till you abandon all thoughts of seeking for something, not till your mind is motionless as wood or stone, will you be on the ri...”

“We are fragmented into so many different aspects. We dont know who we really are, or what aspects of ourselves we should identify with or believe in. So many contradictory voices, dictates, and fee...”

“Devote the mind to confusion and we know only too well, if were honest, that it will become a dark master of confusion, adept in its addictions, subtle and perversely supple in its slaveries. Devot...”

“Like vanishing dew,a passing apparitionor the sudden flashof lightning -- already gone --thus should one regard one's self.”

“The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind”

“The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind”

“A sense of Deity is inscribed on every heart. Nay, even idolatry is ample evidence of this fact.”

“One day, you would see,You have dropped your attire,The dirt you are carrying on your shoulderAnd your entire self!”

“Transcendence is transformation.”