Mere Isolation In An Enclosing

That Is, When The Mind Ceases To Create, Then There Is Creation.

If We Try To Listen We Find It Extraordinarily Difficult, Because We Are Always Projecting Our Opinions And Ideas, Our Prejudices, Our Background, Our Inclinations, Our Impulses; When They Dominate, We Hardly Listen At All To What Is Being Said...one Listens And Therefore Learns, Only In A State Of Silence, In Which This Whole Background Is In Abeyance, Is Quite; Then, It Seems To Me, It Is Possible To Communicate

If We Could, And We Must, Establish A Deep Long Abiding Relationship With Nature, With The Actual Trees, The Bushes, The Flowers, The Grass And The Fast Moving Clouds, Then We Would Never Slaughter Another Human Being For Any Reason Whatsoever.

I Am Life. I Have No Name. I Am As The Fresh Breeze Of The Mountains.

Do You Decide To Observe? Or Do You Merely Observe?