The word discipline comes from the same root as the word disciple—the root meaning of the word is “a process of learning.” One who is ready to learn is a disciple, and the process of being ready to learn is discipline.

The knowledgeable person is never ready to learn, because he already thinks he knows.
His knowledge is nothing but a nourishment for his ego.

The real man of discipline never accumulates; each moment he dies to whatsoever he has come to know and again becomes ignorant.

Your discipline has to come from your very heart. When somebody else gives you the discipline, it can never fit you; it will be like wearing somebody else’s clothes; and you will always feel a little bit silly in them.
A discipline is an individual phenomenon; when­ ever you borrow it you start living according to set principles, dead principles. And life is never dead; life is constantly changing each moment. Life is a flux.

Try to be alive, with all its inconsistencies, and live each moment without any reference to the past and without any refer­ ence to the future either.
Live the moment in the context of the moment, and your response will be total.


Creativity has something to do with the quality of your consciousness.
Creativity means enjoying any work as meditation, doing any work with deep love.

while cleaning, just go on thinking you are painting.
It is just your mind playing tricks. If you understand, then you bring your creativity to every act that you do.

You would like to become Shakespeare or Kalidas or Milton. It is your ego that is creating the trouble. Drop the ego and every­ thing is creative.
Life consists of small things. They become great if you love. Then everything is tremendously great.

A holy man is an ordinary man who loves ordinary life. Chopping wood, carrying water from the well, cooking—whatsoever he touches becomes holy. Not that he is do­ ing great things, but whatsoever he does, he does it greatly.
The greatness is not in the thing done. The greatness is in the con­ sciousness that you bring while you do it.

We are all breathing together. We are part of one orchestra.
All great values of life—love, silence, blissfulness, ecstasy, god­ liness—make you aware of an immense oneness. There is nobody else other than you; we are all different expressions of one reality, different songs of one singer, different dances of one dancer, dif­ ferent paintings, but the painter is one.