You Cannot Explain To Someone Who Comes

Only The Free Mind Knows What Love Is.

Put Away The Book, The Description, The Tradition, The Authority, And Take The Journey Of Self-discovery. Love, And Don't Be Caught In Opinions And Ideas About What Love Is Or Should Be. When You Love, Everything Will Come Right. Love Has Its Own Action.

The Becoming Still Can Never Be The Being Still; Only With The Death Of Becoming Is There Being.

Why Haven't We, With All Our Cunning, Experience, Resolved This Problem Of Fear Completely? Isn't Fear The Cause Of The 'me'?

Am I Caught In A Self-centred, Narrow Little Cell Which Refuses To Look Beyond? Do I See It When You Come Along And Tell Me That My Brain Is The Brain Of All Mankind?