Meditation Is The Action Of Silence.

War Is The Spectacular And Bloody Projection Of Our Everyday Living. We Precipitate War Out Of Our Daily Lives; And Without A Transformation In Ourselves, There Are Bound To Be National And Racial Antagonisms, The Childish Quarreling Over Ideologies, The Multiplication Of Soldiers, The Saluting Of Flags, And All The Many Brutalities That Go To Create Organized Murder.

Learning In The True Sense Of The Word Is Possible Only In That State Of Attention, In Which There Is No Outer Or Inner Compulsion. Right Thinking Can Come About Only When The Mind Is Not Enslaved By Tradition And Memory.

It Is Only In Alert Silence That Truth Can Be.

But The Healing Of The Mind Is Something Totally Different. That Healing Gradually Takes Place If You Are With Nature, With That Orange On The Tree, And The Blade Of Grass That Pushes Through The Cement, And The Hills Covered, Hidden, By The Clouds.

The Becoming Still Can Never Be The Being Still; Only With The Death Of Becoming Is There Being.