Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence.
You are not separate from the whole. You are one with the sun, the earth, the air. You don’t have a life. You are life.
The death that meditation brings about is the immortality of the new. This is something more marvelous if you come upon it. I can go into it, but the description is not the described. It’s for you to learn all this by looking at yourself—no book, no teacher can teach you about this.
There are no extra pieces in the universe. Everyone is here because he or she has a place to fill, and every piece must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle.
At least for today:
Do not be angry,
Do not worry,
Work with diligence,
Be kind to people.
Remember, we are all affecting the world every moment, whether we mean to or not. Our actions and states of mind matter, because we’re so deeply interconnected with one another. Working on our own consciousness is the most important thing that we are doing at any moment, and being love is the supreme creative act.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.
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