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If Your Eyes Are Blinded With Your Worries, You Cannot See The Beauty Of The Sunset.

Let The Mind Be Empty, And Not Filled With The Things Of The Mind. Then There Is Only Meditation, And Not A Meditor Who Is Meditating . . . The Mind Must Be Clear, Without Movement, And In The Light Of That Clarity The Timeless Will Be Revealed.

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.

Truth Does Not Belong To An Individual.

Surely, It Is Only When The Mind Is Creatively Empty That It Is Capable Of Finding Out Whether There Is An Ultimate Reality Or Not. But, The Mind Is Never Creatively Empty; It Is Always Acquiring, Always Gathering, Living On The Past Or In The Future, Or Trying To Be Focused In The Immediate Present: It Is Never In That State Of Creativeness In Which A New Thing Can Take Place. As The Mind Is A Result Of Time, It Cannot Possibly Understand That Which Is Timeless, Eternal.