Book: Intimacy. Trust in yourself and to another

The trees are green, beautiful and the stars are beautiful, and the rivers are beautiful - but did you ever anything more beautiful in the human face? Saw you ever anything prettier than the human eye? On earth there is nothing delicate human eyes - no rose could not compete with that, no Lotus can compete with that. And what depth!

Love dick; all her beauty in the wildness. She comes in like a gust of wind, with great fragrance, fills your heart, and suddenly where there was a desert, a garden full of flowers. But you don't know where it comes from, and you know that there is no way to summon it. It comes by itself and remains as much as he wants to exist. And just like one day she comes like a stranger, as a guest, suddenly one day, she leaves. There is no way for her to hold on, there is no way to keep her.

We were taught to become knowledgeable. We are not taught to be innocent, we are not taught to feel the miracle of existence. We called the names of the colors, but we are not taught to dance among the flowers. We called the names of the mountains, but we were not taught how to commune with the mountains, how to partake of to stars, how to commune with trees, how to tune with existence.

Life is a flow is a river: her moods are constantly changing.

Proximity simply means that the doors of the heart open; you are invited to come in and be a guest.

Love comes from a sense of duty, but from the beating of your own heart, your own experience of joy, the desire to share it.

Without you this universe will lose some poetry, some beauty: will miss song, gonna miss the notes, will be an empty gap.

There are moments when you feel that language is impotent: in deep love, strong anger, in hate, in prayer.

As the seeds need darkness and solitude of the earth, just the same, all relationships that are deep and intimate remain inner. They need privacy, they need a place where there are only two. Then comes the moment when even two to dissolve, and there is only one.

Until you can say no, your Yes won't mean anything.

Love is the goal, life is a journey.

People are afraid of great music, people are afraid of great poetry, people are afraid of deep Intimacy. Their romance is just a game "hit and run". They do not go deep into being each other because to go deeply to a being each other terribly - a pond because the creatures of the "other" will reflect You...

Beauty is the shadow of harmony. You don't fall in love with beautiful people; the process is directly the opposite. When you fall in love with a man, this man seems nice. It is love that makes the idea of beauty, not Vice versa.

With children the person must be very patient, very alert, very conscious not to say anything that can prevent to arise of their own mind, not to turn them into Christians, Hindus and Muslims. The person needs infinite patience.
One day a miracle happens and the child begins to ask questions. And even then, don't give him ready answers. Ready answers don't help anybody; ready answers are silly and stupid. Help him to become more intelligent. Instead of giving him answers, give him situations and challenges so that his mind has deteriorated and he asked deeper - to question penetrated to his very core, the issue became a matter of life and death.