Let The Mind Be Empty, And Not

Have You Ever Noticed A Tree Standing Naked Against The Sky, How Beautiful It Is? All Its Branches Are Outlined, And In Its Nakedness There Is A Poem, There Is A Song. Every Leaf Is Gone And It Is Waiting For The Spring. When The Spring Comes, It Again Fills The Tree With The Music Of Many Leaves, Which In Due Season Fall And Are Blown Away. And This Is The Way Of Life.

One Of The Functions Of Thought Is To Be Occupied All The Time With Something. Most Of Us Want To Have Our Minds Continually Occupied So That We Are Prevented From Seeing Ourselves As We Actually Are. We Are Afraid To Be Empty. We Are Afraid To Look At Our Fears.

Transformation Can Only Take Place Immediately; The Revolution Is Now, Not Tomorrow.

Silence Is Difficult And Arduous, It Is Not To Be Played With.

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.