Jaggi Vasudev Quotes

Every new born being indeed comes fresh and blithe into the new existence, and enjoys it as a free gift: but there is, and can be, nothing freely given. It's fresh existence is paid for by the old age and death of a worn out existence which has perished, but which contained the indestructible seed out of which the new existence has arisen: they are one being.

The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.

A beginning is the end of something, always.

Our life is made by the death of others.

For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.

Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

Modern Western thought will pass into history and be incorporated in it, will have its influence and its place, just as our body will pass into the composition of grass, of sheep, of cutlets, and of men.

All created forms are fractal, as is their purpose, use, and allotted time for existence.

Life is a beautiful thing, but a lot of it, it kind of replicates itself.

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.

Life and death are like inhalation and exhalation. They always exist together.

We are all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God's purpose to understand.

If you want to have life, you have to die every moment for it. Life and death are only different expressions of the same thing looked at from different standpoints; they are the falling and the rising of the same wave, and the two form one whole.

We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.

Life and death are different sides of the same coin.

Creation and destruction are the two ends of the same moment. And everything between the creation and the next destruction is the journey of life.

Birth and death are not two different states, but they are different aspects of the same state.

Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.

Life is full of circles

Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.

There's no beginning to the farmer's year, / Only recurrent patterns on a scroll / Unwinding...

Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same House of Being is built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There. The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.

Our nature is the nature of no birth and no death. It is impossible for a cloud to pass from being into nonbeing. And that is true with a beloved person. They have not died. They have continued in many new forms and you can look deeply and recognize them in you and around you.

To trace the history of a river or a raindrop is also to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body. In both, we constantly seek and stumble upon divinity, which like feeding the lake, and the spring becoming a waterfall, feeds, spills, falls, and feeds itself all over again.

You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.