In Obedience There Is Always Fear, And

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.

To Die Every Day To Every Problem, Every Pleasure, And Not Carry Over Any Problem At All; So The Mind Remains Tremendously Attentive, Active, Clear.

It Is Man's Pretence That Because He Has Choice He Is Free. Freedom Is Pure Observation Without Direction, Without Fear Of Punishment And Reward. Freedom Is Without Motive; Freedom Is Not At The End Of The Evolution Of Man But Lies In The First Step Of His Existence.

Did You Ever Sit Quietly With Your Back Straight, Not Moving, Just Only Cherishing The Beauty Of Silence?

Love Is A State Of Being, And In That State, The 'me', With Its Identifications, Anxieties, And Possessions Is Absent. Love Cannot Be, As Long As The Activities Of The Self, Of The 'me', Whether Conscious Or Unconscious, Continue To Exist.