You Can Never Be Free As Long

A Writer Arrived At The Monastery To Write A Book About The Master. "people Say You Are A Genius . Are You?" He Asked. "you Might Say So." Said The Master, None Too Modestly. "and What Makes One A Genius?" "the Ability To Recognize." "recognize What?" "the Butterfly In A Caterpillar: The Eagle In An Egg; The Saint In A Selfish Human Being.

‎"i Have No Fear Of Losing U, For You Aren't An Object Of My Property, Or Anyone Else's. I Love You As You Are, Without Attachment, Without Fears, Without Conditions, Without Egoism, Trying Not To Absorb You. I Love You Freely Because I Love Your Freedom, As Well As Mine.

The Human Mind Makes Foolish Divisions In What Love Sees As One.

I Leave You Free To Be Yourself: To Think Your Thoughts, Indulge Your Tastes, Follow Your Inclinations, Behave In Ways That You Decide Are To Your Liking.

Problems Only Exist In The Human Mind.