We Are To Learn About Fear, Not

The Beauty Of Meditation Is That You Never Know Where You Are, Where You Are Going, What The End Is.

Silence Is Difficult And Arduous; It Is Not To Be Played With. It Isn't Something That You Can Experience By Reading A Book, Or By Listening To A Talk, Or By Sitting Together, Or By Retiring Into A Wood Or A Monastery. I Am Afraid None Of These Things Will Bring About This Silence. This Silence Demands Intense Psychological Work. You Have To Be Burningly Aware - Aware Of Your Speech, Aware Of Your Snobbishness, Aware Of Your Fears, Your Anxieties, Your Sense Of Guilt. And When You Die To All That, Then Out Of That Dying Comes The Beauty Of Silence.

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.

As We Are Concerned With What Others Think Of Us, So We Are Anxious To Know All About Them; And From This Arise The Crude And Subtle Forms Of Snobbishness And The Worship Of Authority. Thus We Become More And More Externalized And Inwardly Empty. The More Externalized We Are, The More Sensations And Distractions There Must Be, And This Gives Rise To A Mind That Is Never Quiet, That Is Not Capable Of Deep Search And Discovery.

How Can One Be Compassionate If You Belong To Any Religion, Follow Any Guru, Believe In Something, Believe In Your Scriptures, And So On, Attached To A Conclusion? When You Accept Your Guru, You Have Come To A Conclusion, Or When You Strongly Believe In God Or In A Saviour, This Or That, Can There Be Compassion? You May Do Social Work, Help The Poor Out Of Pity, Out Of Sympathy, Out Of Charity, But Is All That Love And Compassion?