We Have So Committed Ourselves In Different

Happiness Is Strange; It Comes When You Are Not Seeking It. When You Are Not Making An Effort To Be Happy, Then Unexpectedly, Mysteriously, Happiness Is There, Born Of Purity, Of A Loveliness Of Being.

I Think One Has To Understand, Not As A Theory, Not As A Speculative, Entertaining Concept, But Rather As An Actual Fact - That We Are The World And The World Is Us. The World Is Each One Of Us; To Feel That, To Be Really Committed To It And To Nothing Else, Brings About A Feeling Of Great Responsibility And An Action That Must Not Be Fragmentary, But Whole.

Tell Your Friend That In His Death, A Part Of You Dies And Goes With Him. Wherever He Goes, You Also Go. He Will Not Be Alone.

You May Wish That Some Parts Of (your Face) Were Different, But The Actual Fact Is Shown In The Mirror. Now, Can You Look At Your Conditioning In A Similar Way?

And The Fear Of Not Being Is Born In That Space. But In Meditation, When This Is Understood, The Mind Can Enter Into A Dimension Of Space Where Action Is Inaction. We Do Not Know What Love Is, For In The Space Made By Thought Around Itself As The Me, Love Is The Conflict Of The Me And The Not-me. This Conflict, This Torture, Is Not Love. Thought Is The Very Denial Of Love, And It Cannot Enter Into That Space Where The Me Is Not. In That Space Is The Benediction Which Man Seeks And Cannot Find. He Seeks It Within The Frontiers Of Thought, And Thought Destroys The Ecstasy Of This Benediction.