When The Creative Mind Is Unleashed And

The Ego Is Terrified Of The Truth. And The Truth Is That The Ego Doesn't Exist.

Love Is Action. It's Clear, It's Kind, It's Effortless, And It's Irresistible.

When They Attack You And You Notice That You Love Them With All Your Heart, Your Work Is Done.

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.

The Opening To Reality, As It Really Is, Is Beauty.