The Intellect Is Not The Means Of

What You Are The World Is. And Without Your Transformation, There Can Be No Transformation Of The World.

Knowledge, Idea, Belief Stands In The Way Of Wisdom.

The Soil In Which The Meditative Mind Can Begin Is The Soil Of Everyday Life, The Strife, The Pain, And The Fleeting Joy. It Must Begin There, And Bring Order, And From There Move Endlessly. .. You Must Take A Plunge Into The Water, Not Knowing How To Swim. And The Beauty Of Meditation Is That You Never Know Where You Are, Where You Are Going, What The End Is.

Energy Functioning In A Pattern Becomes Matter. That Is All Life Is... Matter And Energy Are Interrelated.

You Are This, Which Does Not Satisfy, So You Want To Be That. If There Were An Understanding Of This, Would That Come Into Being? Because You Do Not Understand This, You Create That, Hoping Through That To Understand Or To Escape From This.