Character: Siddhartha

No General exercises cannot accept truly seeking, truly wanting to find. He who is found, can accept any teaching, any purpose - its nothing separates from the thousands of others living in the Eternal, breathing in the Divine.

- Here is a stone, after some time, he may be, will turn to dust, and the earth will become plant, animal or human. In the old days I would have said, "This stone is only stone. It has no value, it belongs to the world of Maya. But as in the cycle of reincarnations he can become a man or spirit, I follow him recognize the value." So, probably, I have talked to before. Now, I think. This stone is stone; he is animal, he is God, he is the Buddha. I love and respect him not for what he ever may become one or the other, but for the fact that it is long and there is always both. Because it is stone that it now appears to me a stone just because I love it and see value and meaning in each of its veins and wells, in his yellow or grey, in his hardness, in the sound that it makes when I knock at it, in the dryness or wetness of its surface.

The world, friend Govinda, should not be considered imperfect or slowly walking along the path to perfection, no, he's perfect in every moment, all the sins already carry a redemption, all small children already embody the elderly, all newborn death, all dying people - eternal life.

Wisdom, which a wise man tries to pass on to another, always smacks of stupidity.

Love can beg, buy, receive as a gift, to find on the street, but to take by force is impossible.

The world is perfect in every moment, all the sins already carry their remission, at least the small child was already present, the old man, in any newly born baby is death, at least dying - eternal life. Any person can see how far the other has progressed in its path, the robber and gambler are waiting for Buddha, in the brahmana awaits the robber. I was convinced, body and soul, what sin to me was much needed, I was in need of adultery, of greed, of deslanoside and shameful despair to learn the renunciation of opposition, to learn to love the world, not to compare it more with the kind of welcome for me, my imaginary world, my fictional image of perfection, and leave it for what it is, and love him, and rejoice in the return of supplies...

When a person is looking for... happens to be his eyes only sees what he is looking for, and he was not able to find anything, unable to perceive anything, because thinking always only about you are trying to find, has a purpose, obsessed with this goal. To look means to have a purpose. But finding means to be free, wide open, not to have goals. You're really a seeker, because, striving for your goal, don't see that very close, in front of your eyes.

How deaf and insensitive I was! he thought, walking tall. - Reading the writing does not despise in search of the meaning of signs and letters, does not call them a hoax, the case, nothing enclosing sheath, it reads them, imbued them with respect and love. I'm determined to read the book of life and book your own being, - I despised, for the sake of some pre-intended meaning, symbols and letters, I called the world of phenomena is a deception, called my eyes and tongue, random and useless things. No, it's over, I woke up, I really woke up and only now found life

He killed his senses, he killed the memories, he slipped away from his I thousands of other images were of animals, carrion, stone, wood, water, but every time the sun shone or the moon - he returned to his and I, carried away by the cycle, felt thirst, overcame the thirst, felt new thirst.