Most People Are Unhappy; And They Are

Why Are We Such Tortured Human Beings, With Tears In Our Eyes And False Laughter On Our Lips? If You Could Walk Alone Among Those Hills Or In The Woods Or Along The Long, White, Bleached Sands, In That Solitude You Would Know What Meditation Is. The Ecstasy Of Solitude Comes When You Are Not Frightened To Be Alone No Longer Belonging To The World Or Attached To Anything. Then, Like That Dawn That Came Up This Morning, It Comes Silently, And Makes A Golden Path In The Very Stillness, Which Was At The Beginning, Which Is Now, And Which Will Be Always There.

If You Are Lucky And Work Very Hard, You May Someday Get To Experience Freedom From The Known.

If We Can Really Understand The Problem, The Answer Will Come Out Of It, Because The Answer Is Not Separate From The Problem.

Do Not Pursue What Should Be, But Understand What Is.

You Know, In The Case Of Most Of Us, The Mind Is Noisy, Everlastingly Chattering To Itself, Soliloquizing Or Chattering About Something, Or Trying To Talk To Itself, To Convince Itself Of Something; It Is Always Moving, Noisy.