#surrender

Do not seek for things to happen the way you want them to; rather, wish that what happens happens the way it happens: then you will be happy.

If you want to be given everything, give everything up.

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don't grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.

When you try to stay on the surface of the water, you sink; but when you try to sink, you float.

The clouds in the sky do not worry about where they are going. They go where the wind takes them, and in doing so, they water the earth.

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.

Relax into the current. The river knows the way to the sea.

The flute must be empty for the breath of the singer to create sweet music.

Live with the unknown as your sacred home.

Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it.

Surrender is giving oneself up to the original cause of one's being.

Whatever is destined to happen will happen, do what you may. Therefore, the best course is to remain silent.

True surrender is the eradication of the ego.

Let the ego surrender to the silent presence within.

Surrender all burdens to the infinite power within.

Some of us think holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go.

The divine grace is ever flowing; make yourself an open vessel.

When you surrender the ego, the divine Shakti takes up your work.

The highest prayer is silent surrender to the Supreme.

The clay says to the potter: You trample me today; but a day will come when I shall trample you under the earth.

When ego existed, my Lord was absent; now that my Lord is realized, ego has vanished into the mist.

He who carries a burden of worries on his head will surely sink when crossing the turbulent river of worldly life.

The moth sees the flame and dives in with joyous surrender; the true lover surrenders all petty selfhood in the flame of truth.

The flute is hollow within; that is why the Master can play the sweetest melodies through it.

The true temple is built without bricks or mortar; its pillars are truth, its roof is love, its altar is peace.

He who has found the inner treasure walks as a sovereign king through the poorest alleyways.

The moon shines in full glory without competing with the stars; abide in your own authentic light.

The honeycomb is filled with sweetness drop by drop; build your character through small, daily acts of virtue.

Surrender the burden of doership; let the cosmic power act through you as a hollow flute.