Love is a state of being, and in that state, the 'me', with its identifications, anxieties, and possessions is absent. Love cannot be, as long as the activities of the self, of the 'me', whether conscious or unconscious, continue to exist.

Doesn't becoming imply time?

The man who lives without conflict, who lives with beauty and love, is not frightened of death because to love is to die.

It is astonishingly beautiful and interesting, how thought is absent when you have an insight. Thought cannot have an insight.

Understanding of the self only arises in relationship, in watching yourself in relationship to people, ideas, and things; to trees, the earth, and the world around you and within you. Relationship is the mirror in which the self is revealed. Without self-knowledge there is no basis for right thought and action.

If the mind could cease measuring itself against the hero, the perfect, the glorious and all that, it would be what it is.

Religion, politics, society are exploiting you, and you are being conditioned by them; you are being forced in a particular direction. You are not human beings; you are mere cogs in a machine.