Meditation is like a pure murmuring spring...
Like seashore breeze and fluttering swallows...
Like rain in a pine forest...
Like first sun beams falling on the grass...
Like intoxicating mountain air...
Like lonely traveling cloud in a blue sky...
Like a child playing in the garden...
Like dear subtle images flashing in cycles
of life...
Like sincere prayer, inner beauty, harmony
and revelation without intermediaries...
Like a bird flying his own ways...
Ancient and Newborn...
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We try to know the world and ourselves - and fail...
we want to conquer Nature - and nothing comes out of it...
we try to reach some goal - and dissipate on small things... try to be loyal - and go astray...
we attempt to get after Time - and remain on the roadside...
we wish to be in the center of life - and find ourselves alone...
we gather - and lose...
trying to touch the Moon- while we cannot fly...
We are obsessed by embellishment, eager to decorate everything with knick-knacks and flowers- but
the picked flowers dry up/wither...
We look after external forms- and don't see the essence, the meaning behind...
We invent the artificial and don't see Eternal, the Most High...
Happiness and Truth are very calm, quiet, non-blatant, almost unnoticeable - as rustle of the grass, bird's flight, nodding of flowers, night
glitter of stars, or sea coolness....
They slip away, escaping with mysterious smile... Being near, and not easy to attain...
They appear when there is neither fanaticism, nor banality/platitude, nor deception and fraud,
nor greed, envy and injustice...
Enigma
of Life is beyond forms, systems, rituals, dogmas, fantasies and expressions... Never restricted by national, religious
and party/sect boundaries...
