Even Breathing Is A Contribution.

When We Work With Our Thinking, Then To Have Great Wealth Is The Same As To Have Nothing. That's The Only Freedom.

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.

I Havent Had A Single Thought For 26 Years. I Have Only Understanding. Its Somewhat Complicated To Understand That. Ive Hardly Ever Spoken About It. Youre In A State Of Total Peace Of Mind. A Kind Of Nirvana.

When We Question Our Thoughts, We See That The Craziness Was Never In The World, But In Us.

Who Cares If You're Enlightened Forever? Can You Just Get It In This Moment, Now?