Enlightenment Is An Accident, But

The End Is The Beginning Of All Things, Suppressed And Hidden, Awaiting To Be Released Through The Rhythm Of Pain And Pleasure.

The Description Is Not The Described; I Can Describe The Mountain, But The Description Is Not The Mountain, And If You Are Caught Up In The Description, As Most People Are, Then You Will Never See The Mountain

You May Remember The Story Of How The Devil And A Friend Of His Were Walking Down The Street, When They Saw Ahead Of Them A Man Stoop Down And Pick Up Something From The Ground, Look At It, And Put It Away In His Pocket. The Friend Said To The Devil, "what Did That Man Pick Up?" "he Picked Up A Piece Of The Truth," Said The Devil. "that Is A Very Bad Business For You, Then," Said His Friend. "oh, Not At All," The Devil Replied, "i Am Going To Help Him Organize It."

When One Loses The Deep Intimate Relationship With Nature, Then Temples, Mosques And Churches Become Important.

When The Mind Is Relaxed, No Longer Making An Effort, When It Is Quiet For Just A Few Seconds, Then The Problem Reveals Itself And It Is Solved. That Happens When The Mind Is Still, In The Interval Between Two Thoughts, Between Two Responses. In That State Of Mind, Understanding Comes.