Be A Light Unto Oneself

We Want To Be Famous As A Writer, As A Poet, As A Painter, As A Politician, As A Singer, Or What You Will. Why? Because We Really Don't Love What We Are Doing. If You Loved To Sing, Or To Paint, Or To Write Poems, If You Really Loved It You Would Not Be Concerned With Whether You Are Famous Or Not.

The Earth Doesn't Belong To Anyone. It Is The Land Upon Which All Of Us Are To Live For Many Years, Ploughing, Reaping And Destroying. You Are Always A Guest On This Earth And Have The Austerity Of A Guest. Austerity Is Far Deeper Than Owning Only A Few Things. The Very Word Austerity Has Been Spoilt By The Monks, By The Sannyasis, By The Hermits. Sitting On That High Hill Alone In The Solitude Of Many Things, Many Rocks And Little Animals And Ants, That Word Has No Meaning.

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

Clever People, People Who Are Cunning, Do Not Know What Love Is Because Their Minds Are So Sharp, Because They Are So Clever, Because They Are So Superficial - Which Means To Be On The Surface, And Love Is Not A Thing That Exists On The Surface.

You May Be Perfect In Playing The Piano, And Not Be Creative; You May Play The Piano Most Brilliantly, And Not Be A Musician. You May Be Able To Handle Color, To Put Paint On Canvas Most Cleverly, And Not Be A Creative Painter. You May Create A Face, An Image Out Of A Stone, Because You Have Learned The Technique, And Not Be A Master Creator. Creation Comes First, Not Technique.