I Can Just Talk About My World,

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.

When A Thought Appears Such As "do The Dishes" And You Don't Do Them, Notice How An Internal War Breaks Out... The Stress And Weariness You Feel Are Really Mental Combat Fatigue.

The Moment It Begins To Question Itself, The Mind Becomes So Clear That It Starts Working With Itself Rather Than With The Body's Identification.

A Thought Is Harmless Unless We Believe It.

Everything Happens For Me, Not To Me.