Take your shoes off, they make you sick.

"In whatever way the self is taken, it will prove to be appearance. It cannot, if finite, maintain itself against external relations. For these will enter into its essence and so ruin its independence."

The teacher helps take off your blinkers. But then it’s up to you to respond honestly to what you see.

The infantile fantasies of the bourgeoisie. Forever stuck between a rock and a hard place, between life and death. Neither one nor the other.

Stay firmly on your path and dare. Be wild two hours a day!

"Genghis Khan was said to have asked a venerable Taoist Immortal for the secret of longevity and was told that a pure heart and few desires were what was required."

Hell is quibbling over points too fine for their own good. Anxiety.

Forgotten time. What a blessing.

The demands of love. The work is simply a response to these.

A mind tempered by the spirit of compromise.

Each one of us is a set of shifting molecules, spinning in ecstasy.

Too smart by half.

Monks of old would pray for calamity and catastrophe because they intuitively knew that only in suffering does the subject improve – get closer to God.

The most intensely alive people I know at present – my masters – are those who are either terminally ill themselves or those who have lived through a recently deceased loved one’s terminal illness.

No fine grain without tilling the soil.

the same infantile fantasy: the magical omnipotence of thought

The ability to dwell, quietly and peacefully, in your center, we call, for want of a better word, maturity. It is a place very few come to, except accidentally and transiently. Our aim is, through rigorous practice, to get there methodically and systematically – basically whenever we want to. It is the only stability, being free of external structure, able to offer total energetic and spiritual freedom.