The Flowering Of Love Is Meditation.

Charity Is Unconscious Of Itself, There Is No Accumulation First And Then Distribution. It Is Like The Flower - Natural, Open, Spontaneous.

As The World Has To Attain The Fulfilment Of Eternal Life, To Me It Does Not In The Least Matter What I Am Called -'enlightened One', 'son Of God', Or Something Else. To Me, It Has No Purpose - As Little As When The Buddha Said, 'i Am The Enlightened One'.

To Understand Oneself Requires Patience, Tolerant Awareness; The Self Is A Book Of Many Volumes Which You Cannot Read In A Day, But When Once You Begin To Read, You Must Read Every Word, Every Sentence, Every Paragraph For In Them Are The Intimations Of The Whole. The Beginning Of It Is The Ending Of It. If You Know How To Read, Supreme Wisdom Is To Be Found.

A Mind That Is Disciplined, Controlled, Is Free Within Its Own Pattern; But That Is Not Freedom. The End Of Discipline Is Conformity; Its Path Leads To The Known, And The Known Is Never The Free.

Observe, And In That Observation There Is Neither The "observer" Nor The "observed" - There Is Only Observation Taking Place.