When You Are Free, You Have No

I Think It Is Absurd To Give Such Tremendous Importance To The Distinctions Between Men And Women. When I Meet Someone I Regard That Person As A Human Being. I Do Not Say "this Is A Man; This Is A Woman."

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.

War Is A Stage Brought About By The Standardizing Of Thought, Revolt, And Life - Not By The Freedom Of Life, Not By The Revolt Of Life.

Only When The Mind Is Still, Tranquil, Not Expecting Or Grasping Or Resisting A Single Thing, Is It Possible To See What Is True. It Is The Truth That Liberates, Not Your Effort To Be Free.

Meditation Is Not The Pursuit Of An Invisible Path Leading To Some Imaginal Bliss. The Meditative Mind Is Seeing, Watching, Listening, Without The Word, Without Comment, Without Opinion, Attentive To The Movement Of Life In All Its Relationships Throughout The Day.