The human being has enormous resources in the power to heal. And in those resources lie things that we ourselves need to clear or feel.

Suffering comes from not understanding or a full potential or full powers within ourselves to heal, to nurture, to nourish.

When we look at things as simple as food, it's not about just nourishment and sustaining our life, it is really the seed of our ancestor.

There is an innate innocence in the concious Vata personality. A delicate, sensitive, and aware nature reveals the graceful Vata component of any type.

I think path in spirituality chooses us. I doubt seriously that we really have much choice in the matter.

Until we eliminate the mentality of violence, we will not find the harmony within ourselves we're looking for.

The nature of the mind is to jump all over the place, and it does, that's why meditation is so important.

Suffering is there because there's something we're not understanding about our full divinity, and there are so many ways we could go into understanding.

Ayurvedic medicine is ancient, and its resurgence is necessary because we do need the proper balance in our medical approach.

The more we are cleansed of conflicts, all sorts of conflicts, the easier it is for us to use our energy in a way that attracts the immutable healing of it all.

Everyone must live, and everyone must express themselves, and must express themselves in the way of their karma.

I guess everybody thinks about old times, even the happiest people.

Leave your past and live for today

My friend, when you always say "God is in control", while you have your feet on the brake pad, you are not going anywhere! Wise up!

You must understand that when you are writing a novel you are not making anything up.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

I am quite unsatisfied by the distinctions between the oral and literate.

The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.

Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.

I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.

Before I knew what affliction meant, I was ready sometimes to wish for it