Death is the dies of life which is turned away from us.

He was a poet and hated the approximate.

Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.

The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.

When is death not within ourselves?... Living and dead are the same, and so are awake and alseep, young and old.

Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.