The day you are happy for no reason whatsoever, the day you find yourself taking delight in everything and in nothing, you will know that you have found the land of unending joy called the kingdom.
God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.
I haven't had a single thought for 26 years. I have only understanding. It's somewhat complicated to understand that. I've hardly ever spoken about it. You're in a state of total peace of mind. A kind of nirvana.
I'm happy wherever I go, whatever I do. I'm happy in Iowa, I'm happy here in California.
Life is a pilgrimage. The wise man does not rest by the roadside inns. He marches direct to the illimitable domain of eternal bliss, his ultimate destination.
A single face turned upward toward all Time One flesh, one ecstasy, one peace.
Happiness is an equivalent for all troublesome things.
From joy I came, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt.
A great sense of peace entered my body, and seemingly into every cell.
Through the orifice of silence, the whole geyser of Bliss, perpetually shoots up and flows over the soul.
There's these things we do that take us into the zone - and we go in that place that I feel like is the place of love that you reach when you're in love or making love, or you're having a good conversation. I feel like that is God.
I'm living a dream I never want to wake up from.
Begin with dhyana, with meditation, and end in samadhi, in ecstasy, and you will know what God is. It is not a hypothesis, it is an experience. You have to LIVE it - that is the only way to know it.
...Bliss is not something to be got. On the other hand you are always Bliss. This desire [for Bliss] is born of the sense of incompleteness. To whom is this sense of incompleteness? Enquire. In deep sleep you were blissful. Now you are not so. What has interposed between that Bliss and this non-bliss? It is the ego. Seek its source and find you are Bliss.
Within each and every one of us is a divine power that needs no substance or anything external to know bliss.
Awareness is a blissful state, not a painful one.
When Zen masters say 'effortlessness' they are referring to the state when your enlightenment is well rooted. Now there is no need of any effort; now you can be relaxed and at ease, it will grow on its own accord. It will bring much foliage, and many flowers, and many blessings.
The man of Self-realization knows a bliss that cannot be compared to anything in this world. His joy is independent of any object or sensory experience. It is an incomparable happiness that cannot be described in words. Such joy is known as sattvik-ananda.
Many times people come to me to be reassured. They ask, they say, 'I'm feeling very happy and blissful. What do you say?' What is the need to say anything? The very need shows that the happiness is unreal and imaginary.
Ignorance is bliss. I wish I still had some.
Happiness is the art of relaxation.
Heaven... I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.
My days are as happy as those reserved by God for his elect; and whatever be my fate hereafter, I can never say that I have not tasted joy— the purest joy of life.
I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.
