The real You is hidden beneath the mental noise in Your head.

Awareness is absence of seaking.

Great poetry is surrounded in space - don't forget to enjoy the space.

The wind plays its own music.

Our supreme purpose here is to discard our false identity and realize the Atman within.

Sometimes you just have to take the pie in the face.

without the bombardment of thoughts, the truth will emerge through intuition.

Be aware of yourself without thinking or looking in the mirror

I don't have to think, therefore I am.