Only When Your Hearts Are Empty Of

It Is Raining And You Can Hear The Pattern Of The Drops. You Can Hear It With Your Ears, Or You Can Hear It Out Of That Deep Silence. If You Hear It With Complete Silence Of The Mind, Then The Beauty Of It Is Such That Cannot Be Put Into Words Or Onto Canvas, Because That Beauty Is Something Beyond Self-expression .

If You Begin To Understand What You Are Without Trying To Change It, Then What You Are Undergoes A Transformation.

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

Change In Society Is Of Secondary Importance; That Will Come About Naturally, Inevitably, When You As A Human Being Bring About The Change In Yourself.

What Has Validity Is Your Living, Not What Happens Tomorrow.