Truth Is More In The Process Than

You Must Understand The Whole Of Life, Not Just One Little Part Of It.

Why Are We Such Tortured Human Beings, With Tears In Our Eyes And False Laughter On Our Lips? If You Could Walk Alone Among Those Hills Or In The Woods Or Along The Long, White, Bleached Sands, In That Solitude You Would Know What Meditation Is. The Ecstasy Of Solitude Comes When You Are Not Frightened To Be Alone No Longer Belonging To The World Or Attached To Anything. Then, Like That Dawn That Came Up This Morning, It Comes Silently, And Makes A Golden Path In The Very Stillness, Which Was At The Beginning, Which Is Now, And Which Will Be Always There.

Meditation Is Not A Withdrawal From Life. Meditation Is A Process Of Understanding Oneself.

Silence Is Difficult And Arduous, It Is Not To Be Played With.

Surely, Life Is Not Merely A Job, An Occupation; Life Is Something Extraordinarily Wide And Profound, It Is A Great Mystery, A Vast Realm In Which We Function As Human Beings.