Nothing Belongs To Me. Everything

I Havent Had A Single Thought For 26 Years. I Have Only Understanding. Its Somewhat Complicated To Understand That. Ive Hardly Ever Spoken About It. Youre In A State Of Total Peace Of Mind. A Kind Of Nirvana.

In The Fall, You Don't Grieve Because The Leaves Are Falling And Dying. You Say, "isn't It Beautiful!" Well, We're The Same Way. There Are Seasons. We All Fall Sooner Or Later. It's All So Beautiful. And Our Concepts, Without Investigation, Keep Us From Knowing This. It's Beautiful To Be A Leaf, To Be Born, To Fall, To Give Way To The Next, To Become Food For The Roots. It's Life, Always Changing Its Form And Always Giving Itself Completely. We All Do Our Part. No Mistake.

I Teach People To Question Their Thinking, And This Changes Their World.

I Stopped Waiting For The World To Give Me What I Wanted; I Started Giving It To Myself.

I Can Just Talk About My World, And People Relate To It Because It's So Familiar To Them. It's Them, It's Not Me. They're Hearing Themselves.