Constantly be aware,

Without stopping.

When the aware mind is present,

It senses the formlessness

Of things.

Know your mind as the sky;
Allow everything to pass on through,
The clouds, the lightning, the winds,
All of it, even the blue itself.
Don’t even get caught on the blue.
See and hear whatever arises,
But don’t grasp at anything.
Don’t even get caught on the sky.

Everyone’s journey

 Through this world is the same,

So I won’t complain.

Here on the plains of Nasu

I place my trust in the dew.

The mind is all sky,
The heart utterly empty,
And the perfect moon
Is completely transparent
Entering western mountains.

Stop and look around you.

Look out from the frameless window

Of a long pause.

Let the images come to you

Rather than chasing outward after them.

Allow yourself to reorient so that

You’re no longer pulled along

By the stream of events.

If you want to see differently,

You’ll have to look differently.

“Bliss is an outcome of simply being natural. Bliss is not an achievement, it is a by-product of relaxing with yourself, of simply being that which you are.”

‘Meeting a monk,

on the bridge,

the winter moon.

“Cherry blossoms filling the ground,
Sunset filling my eyes:
Blossoms vanished, spring old,
I feel the passing years.
When blossoms were at their finest I neglected to call.
The blossoms did not betray me.
I betrayed the blossoms.”

“Mind is continuously rationalizing, and sometimes it may appear that what it is saying is right, because it gives arguments for it. But one has to be aware of one’s own mind, because in this world nobody can cheat you more than your own mind.

Your greatest enemy is within you, just as your greatest friend is also within you.

The greatest enemy is just your first encounter, and your greatest friend is going to be your last encounter – so don’t be prevented by any experience of the body or the mind or the heart.

Remember always one of the famous statements of Gautam Buddha. He used to conclude his sermons every day with the same two words, “Charaiveti, charaiveti.” Those two simple words – just one word repeated twice – mean “Don’t stop, go on, go on.”

Osho, The Golden Future

Whom can I ask what I came

to make happen in this world?

Why do I move without wanting to,

why am I not able to sit still?

Why do I go rolling without wheels,

flying without wings or feathers,

And what did Idecide to migrate

if my bones live in Chile?

Pablo Neruda, The Book Of Questions.