Till The False Is Seen As The

Introspection Is Self-improvement And Therefore Introspection Is Self-centeredness. Awareness Is Not Self-improvement. On The Contrary, It Is The Ending Of The Self, Of The “i,” With All Its Peculiar Idiosyncrasies, Memories, Demands, And Pursuits. In Introspection There Is Identification And Condemnation. In Awareness There Is No Condemnation Or Identification; Therefore, There Is No Self-improvement. There Is A Vast Difference Between The Two.

We Shall Quench Our Thirst, For We Shall Drink Deep At The Bubbling Fountain Of Wisdom.

Without Love The Acquisition Of Knowledge Only Increases Confusion And Leads To Self-destruction.

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.

A Mind That Is Disciplined, Controlled, Is Free Within Its Own Pattern; But That Is Not Freedom. The End Of Discipline Is Conformity; Its Path Leads To The Known, And The Known Is Never The Free.