The ultimate freedom from the nonexistent ego is to see that it is actually irrelevant.
Pain and joy are like light and darkness; they are two sides of the same medal. They are interdependent and inseparably connected to each other.
Not knowing the consequence of good and evil karmas, he is afflicted and hurt. Nevertheless, he, due to his egotism, piles up karmas and undergoes births and deaths again and again.
That deep silence has a melody of its own, a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discords of the world’s sounds.
If you do the right thing, eventually you will inspire others to do the right thing.
You look at it, but it is not to be seen; Its name is Formless. You listen to it, but it is not to be heard; Its name is Soundless. You grasp it, but it is not to be held; Its name is Bodiless. These three elude all scrutiny. And hence they blend and become one.
To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.
