The Deity Is Within You, Not In

With A Secret Smile, Not Unlike That Of A Healthy Child,he Walked Along, Peacefully, Quietly. He Wore His Gown And Walked Along Exactly Like The Other Monks, But His Face And His Step, His Peaceful Downward Glance, His Peaceful Downward-hanging Hand, And Every Finger Of His Hand Spoke Of Peace, Spoke Of Completeness, Sought Nothing, Imitated Nothing, Reflected A Continuous Quiet, An Unfading Light, An Invulnerable Peace.

Lucid And Quiet His Voice Hovered Above The Listeners, Like A Light, Like A Starry Sky.

Those Who Cannot Think Or Take Responsibility For Themselves Need, And Clamor For, A Leader.

A Tree Has Something To Say To Us: Be Still! Be Still! Look At Me!... Home Is Within You, Or Home Is Nowhere At All.

It Is A Pity That You Students Aren't Fully Aware Of The Luxury And Abundance In Which You Live.