The Ambitious Man Has Never Found His

In The Space Which Thought Creates Around Itself There Is No Love. This Space Divides Man From Man, And In It Is All The Becoming, The Battle Of Life, The Agony And Fear. Meditation Is The Ending Of This Space, The Ending Of The Me.

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 .

There Is Hope In People, Not In Society, Not In Systems, But In You And Me.

Life Is Both Pleasure And Pain, Is It Not? But Why Should We Cling To Pleasure And Avoid Pain? Why Not Merely Live With Both? If You Cling To Pleasure What Happens? You Get Attached, Do You Not?

The Man Who Is Not Frightened Of Life Is Not Frightened Of Being Completely Insecure For He Understands That Inwardly, Psychologically, There Is No Security.....when There Is No Security There Is An Endless Movement And Then Life And Death Are The Same....the Man Who Lives Without Conflict, Who Lives With Beauty And Love, Is Not Frightened Of Death Because To Love Is To Die.