The Satsang Foundation

Nasiruddin’s salt-laden donkey’s load is lightened as he wades through a stream but when the panniers are laden with wool,

A celestial apple would be perfect, but as far as you are able to judge it! Situated as we are in this abode of corruption

A neighbour came to borrow Mullah Nasiruddin’s clothesline. Mullah said: ”I am sorry, I can’t give it to you because I am drying flour on it.”

People have this feeling that, if you have to be enlightened, it has to be exotic. Something has to be different. It cannot be the same.

The neighbour was watching Mullah Nasiruddin down on his knees. The neighbour asked, ”What have you lost Mullah?’’ ”My key”, said Nasiruddin.

False perceptions can be easily read by someone who has seen originals.

One day, Ramana Maharishi, discovered who he was with a stroke of inspiration. How does one discover that by simply sitting and sayin

Many ‘schools’ continue to operate long after their actual dynamics is exhausted.

Internal experience cannot be transmitted through repetitiousness. It has to be constantly refreshed from the source.

The sun shines on all of us. Since it is the truth, you don’t have to go into a dark room to figure that out.