Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone.
The senses, feelings, and thoughts must be allowed to be spontaneous in the faith that they will then order themselves harmoniously. To try to control the mind forcefully is like trying to flatten out waves with a board, and can only result in more and more disturbance.
Perhaps the most exasperating thing about me, about nature and the universe, is that it will never stay put. It is like a beautiful woman who will never be caught, and whose very flightiness is her charm. For the perishability and changefulness of the world is part and parcel of its liveliness and loveliness.
It is hard indeed to notice anything for which the languages available to us have no description.
He who thinks that God is not comprehended, by him God is comprehended; but he who thinks that God is comprehended knows him not. God is unknown to those who know him, and is known to those who do not know him at all.
We learn nothing of very much importance when it can be explained entirely in terms of past experience. If it were possible to understand all things in terms of what we know already, we could convey the sense of color to a blind man with nothing but sound, taste, touch, and smell.
Life requires no future to complete itself nor explanation to justify itself. In this moment it is finished.
If you try to capture running water in a bucket, it is clear that you do not understand it and that you will always be disappointed, for in the bucket the water does not run. To have running water you must let go of it and let it run. The same is true of life and of God.
Actually, the world is not complex. It is the task of trying to figure it out with words or numbers that is complex.
Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.
There is, indeed, a viewpoint from which this rationalization of life is not rational. The brain is clever enough to see the vicious circle which it has made for itself. But it can do nothing about it. Seeing that it is unreasonable to worry does not stop worrying; rather, you worry the more at being unreasonable.
Those who speak, do not know; those who know, do not speak.
It is simply being aware of this present experience, and realizing that you can neither define it nor divide yourself from it. There is no rule but Look!
A man does not really begin to be alive until he has lost himself, until he has released the anxious grasp which he normally holds upon his life, his property, his reputation and position.
Stay in the center, and you will be ready to move in any direction.
It seems obvious that the universe is a system which, by means of living bodies, becomes aware of itself—up to a point.
Without birth and death, and without the perpetual transmutation of all the forms of life, the world would be static, rhythm-less, undancing, mummified.
My death will be the disappearance of a particular pattern in the water.
Moreover, there is no unconscious mind distinct from the conscious, for the unconscious mind is conscious, though not of itself, just as the eyes see but do not see themselves.
My conscious mind must have its roots and origins in the most unfathomable depths of being, yet it feels as if it lived all by itself in this tight little skull.
W might 'conquer' nature if we could first, or at the same time, conquer our own nature, though we do not see that human nature and 'outside' nature are all of a piece.