There Is Not First Understanding

Have You Ever Noticed A Tree Standing Naked Against The Sky, How Beautiful It Is? All Its Branches Are Outlined, And In Its Nakedness There Is A Poem, There Is A Song. Every Leaf Is Gone And It Is Waiting For The Spring. When The Spring Comes, It Again Fills The Tree With The Music Of Many Leaves, Which In Due Season Fall And Are Blown Away. And This Is The Way Of Life.

Truth Is Not A Matter Of Argumentation And Conviction; It Is Not The Outcome Of Opinion.

You Cannot Say That All Experience Is Of Equal Value For All People.

The Craving To Become Causes Fears; To Be, To Achieve, And So To Depend Engenders Fear.

Without Love There Is No Art. When The Artist Is Playing Beautifully There Is No 'me; There Is Love And Beauty, And This Is Art. This Is Skill In Action.