In Awareness There Is No Becoming, There

The Soil In Which The Meditative Mind Can Begin Is The Soil Of Everyday Life, The Strife, The Pain, And The Fleeting Joy. It Must Begin There, And Bring Order, And From There Move Endlessly. .. You Must Take A Plunge Into The Water, Not Knowing How To Swim. And The Beauty Of Meditation Is That You Never Know Where You Are, Where You Are Going, What The End Is.

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.

Without Freedom From The Past, There Is No Freedom To All.

We Carry About Us The Burden Of What Thousands Of People Have Said And The Memories Of All Our Misfortunes. To Abandon All That Is To Be Alone, And The Mind That Is Alone Is Not Only Innocent But Young -- Not In Time Or Age, But Young, Innocent, Alive At Whatever Age -- And Only Such A Mind Can See That Which Is Truth And That Which Is Not Measurable By Words.

It Does Not In The Least Concern Me Whether I Shall Have At The End Of My Life Thirty People Who Understand Or Three Hundred. I Am Like An Artist Who Paints A Picture Because He Must, Otherwise He Is Unhappy - Not Unhappy, But He Must Obey That Creative Impulse.