Love Is So Exquisitely Elusive. It Cannot

When Mystics Use The Word Love, They Use It Very Carefully - In The Deeply Spiritual Sense, Where To Love Is To Know; To Love Is To Act. If You Really Love, From The Depths Of Your Consciousness, That Love Gives You A Native Wisdom. You Perceive The Needs Of Others Intuitively And Clearly, With Detachment From Any Personal Desires; And You Know How To Act Creatively To Meet Those Needs, Dexterously Surmounting Any Obstacle That Comes In The Way. Such Is The Immense, Driving Power Of Love.

Don't Think The Purpose Of Meditation Is To Go Deep Into Consciousness, Wrap A Blanket Around Yourself, And Say, 'how Cozy! I'm Going To Curl Up In Here By Myself; Let The World Burn.' Not At All. We Go Deep Into Meditation So That We Can Reach Out Further And Further To The World Outside.

The Ancestor Of Every Destructive Action, Every Destructive Decision, Is A Negative Thought.

Love Is So Exquisitely Elusive. It Cannot Be Bought, Cannot Be Badgered, Cannot Be Hijacked. It Is Available Only In One Rare Form: As The Natural Response Of A Healthy Mind And Healthy Heart.

The Capacity To Be Patient, To Bear With Others Through Thick And Thin, Is Within The Reach Of Anyone.