Listening to a good song is usually consolation for being unable to enjoy silence.

The illusion of time deceives us into thinking that life is going somewhere.

The great suffering caused by lack of freedom of thought is nothing compared to that caused by lack of freedom from thought.

The mind is a drama queen that gets too embarrassed to continue acting up, after only a few seconds of getting our undivided attention.

Mindfulness is the manifestation of the belief in the fact that what is happening is more important than what has, should have, or could have happened, and what will, should, or could happen.

The mind does not exist; it happens, and sometimes.

Mindfulness is the art of making love to reality.

Thinking is a blindfold that prevents us from seeing Mother Nature’s beauty; and earplugs that prevent us from hearing Her while She is trying to tell us more about Herself.

The mind exists intermittently.