To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with Spring.
Happy is the unity of the Sangha. Happy is the discipline of the united ones.
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought. The final end of the Nature’s dance; I am it whom I have sought. A realm of bliss bare, ultimate, beyond both knower and known. A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the one alone. I have crossed the secret ways of life; I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; I am the way, the God-Soul. My spirit aware of all the heights, I am mute in the core of the Sun. I barter nothing with time and deeds; my cosmic play is done.
