If you set out to meditate, it will not be meditation. If you set out to be good, goodness will never flower.

So through identification you have pleasure and pain.

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.

When the wind blows across the various continents, it does not bring with it the nationalities of the countries through which it passes. So likewise with Life.

Only when the mind is still, tranquil, not expecting or grasping or resisting a single thing, is it possible to see what is true. It is the truth that liberates, not your effort to be free.

Is not virtue a negation of becoming?

I am all for changing, even if mistakes are made in the process. Mistakes do not matter.