Can You Look At A Flower Without

Why Are We Such Tortured Human Beings, With Tears In Our Eyes And False Laughter On Our Lips? If You Could Walk Alone Among Those Hills Or In The Woods Or Along The Long, White, Bleached Sands, In That Solitude You Would Know What Meditation Is. The Ecstasy Of Solitude Comes When You Are Not Frightened To Be Alone No Longer Belonging To The World Or Attached To Anything. Then, Like That Dawn That Came Up This Morning, It Comes Silently, And Makes A Golden Path In The Very Stillness, Which Was At The Beginning, Which Is Now, And Which Will Be Always There.

To Revolt Within Society In Order To Make It A Little Better, To Bring About Certain Reforms, Is Like The Revolt Of Prisoners To Improve Their Life Within The Prison Walls; And Such Revolt Is No Revolt At All, It Is Just Mutiny. Do You See The Difference? Revolt Within Society Is Like The Mutiny Of Prisoners Who Want Better Food, Better Treatment Within The Prison; But Revolt Born Of Understanding Is An Individual Breaking Away From Society, And That Is Creative Revolution.

There's A Great And Unutterable Beauty In All This.

Mere Isolation In An Enclosing Idea Is Not A Release From Conflict.

To Be Religious Is To Be Sensitive To Reality.