You Cannot Say That All Experience Is

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.

It Is Astonishingly Beautiful And Interesting, How Thought Is Absent When You Have An Insight. Thought Cannot Have An Insight.

What Has Validity Is Your Living, Not What Happens Tomorrow.

We Have So Committed Ourselves In Different Ways That We Have Hardly Any Time For Self-reflection, To Observe, To Study.

In Oneself Lies The Whole World And If You Know How To Look And Learn, The Door Is There And The Key Is In Your Hand. Nobody On Earth Can Give You Either The Key Or The Door To Open, Except Yourself.