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It Is Only The Dull, Sleepy Mind That Creates And Clings To Habit. A Mind That Is Attentive From Moment To Moment - Attentive To What It Is Saying, Attentive To The Movement Of Its Hands, Of Its Thoughts, Of Its Feelings - Will Discover That The Formation Of Further Habits Has Come To An End.

The Soil In Which The Meditative Mind Can Begin Is The Soil Of Everyday Life, The Strife, The Pain, And The Fleeting Joy. It Must Begin There, And Bring Order, And From There Move Endlessly. .. You Must Take A Plunge Into The Water, Not Knowing How To Swim. And The Beauty Of Meditation Is That You Never Know Where You Are, Where You Are Going, What The End Is.

Perception Without The Perceiver In Meditation Is To Commune With The Height And Depth Of The Immense. This Perception Is Entirely Different From Seeing An Object Without An Observer, Because In The Perception Of Meditation There Is No Object And Therefore No Experience. Can, However, Take Place When The Eyes Are Open And One Is Surrounded By Objects Of Every Kind. But Then These Objects Have No Importance At All. One Sees Them But There Is No Process Of Recognition, Which Means There Is No Experiencing.

A Man Who Is Not Afraid Is Not Aggressive, A Man Who Has No Sense Of Fear Of Any Kind Is Really A Free, A Peaceful Man.

The Enemy Is Not The Other, The Enemy Is You