What We Believe, We See.

I Shouldn't Steal In This World.

In The Fall, You Don't Grieve Because The Leaves Are Falling And Dying. You Say, "isn't It Beautiful!" Well, We're The Same Way. There Are Seasons. We All Fall Sooner Or Later. It's All So Beautiful. And Our Concepts, Without Investigation, Keep Us From Knowing This. It's Beautiful To Be A Leaf, To Be Born, To Fall, To Give Way To The Next, To Become Food For The Roots. It's Life, Always Changing Its Form And Always Giving Itself Completely. We All Do Our Part. No Mistake.

When We Stop Opposing Reality, Action Becomes Simple, Fluid, Kind, And Fearless.

I Am A Lover Of What Is, Not Because I'm A Spiritual Person, But Because It Hurts When I Argue With Reality.

When I Believed My Thoughts I Suffered.