So Through Identification You Have Pleasure And

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?

Introspection Is Self-improvement And Therefore Introspection Is Self-centeredness. Awareness Is Not Self-improvement. On The Contrary, It Is The Ending Of The Self, Of The “i,” With All Its Peculiar Idiosyncrasies, Memories, Demands, And Pursuits. In Introspection There Is Identification And Condemnation. In Awareness There Is No Condemnation Or Identification; Therefore, There Is No Self-improvement. There Is A Vast Difference Between The Two.

Tradition Becomes Our Security, And When The Mind Is Secure It Is In Decay.

The Reality Of Truth Is Not To Be Bought, To Be Sold, To Be Repeated; It Cannot Be Caught In Books. It Has To Be Found From Moment To Moment, In The Smile, In The Tear, Under The Dead Leaf, In The Vagrant Thought, In The Fullness Of Love.

This Is What I Am, And I Am Going To Understand This.