Only The Free Mind Knows What Love

If The Mind Could Cease Measuring Itself Against The Hero, The Perfect, The Glorious And All That, It Would Be What It Is.

There Is Always Great Beauty, Not Of Images, Feeling Or Thought. Beauty Is Neither Thought Nor Feeling; It Has Nothing Whatsoever To Do With Emotion Or Sentiment. There Is Fear. Fear Is Never An Actuality; It Is Either Before Or After The Active Present. When There Is Fear In The Active Present, Is It Fear? It Is There And There Is No Escape From It, No Evasion Possible. There, At That Actual Moment, There Is Total Attention At The Moment Of Danger, Physical Or Psychological.

To Concentrate Is Not To Meditate, Even Though That Is What Most Of You Do, Calling It Meditation. And If Concentration Is Not Meditation, Then What Is? Surely, Meditation Is To Understand Every Thought That Comes Into Being, And Not To Dwell Upon One Particular Thought; It Is To Invite All Thoughts So That You Understand The Whole Process Of Thinking.

Contentment Is Never The Outcome Of Fulfillment, Of Achievement, Or Of The Possession Of Things; It Is Not Born Of Action Or Inaction. It Comes With The Fullness Of What Is, Not In The Alteration Of It.

There Is Only That Inevitable Danger As Long As There Is Lack Of Understanding; But The Moment The Individual Understands, There Will Be No Formation Of Religion.