As Long As The Mind Clings To

If I Do Not Understand Myself, The Whole Complexity Of Myself, I Have No Basis For Thinking.

I Am Life. I Have No Name. I Am As The Fresh Breeze Of The Mountains.

Life Is A Joyous Thing Essentially, But When You Bind Life By All These Rigid Moralities And Traditions, And Dogmas And Creeds, Then There Is Misery.

When You Once See Something As False Which You Have Accepted As True, As Natural, As Human, Then You Can Never Go Back To It.

Where There Is Love, Do What You Will, It Will Be Right Action. It Will Never Bring Conflict To One's Life. In The Flame Of Love, All Fear Is Consumed.