The majesty grows with the vast sense of permanency seeded within. As I quietly leave the house of many colors. The atmosphere smothering, the air thick, as if one can use that word, unholy. It rained considerably.
Realization awakens in me.
The American Dream is an illusion absorbed in its own thoughts, its own problems, its own chattering. All that noise, all the bustle. The ugly, sprawling, vulgar, shouting city with its endless shops selling almost everything to gluttonous trade. My only path left was out of the blue Pacific, wandering through the a valley of death, meeting the snow often; and as I leave the Pacific behind I enter into the country, winding over various small hills, peaceful, quiet, full of that strange dignity of the country, I quickly settle into a small corner.
I have been here for eternity. I am astonished by the silence noise of nature. It is quiet, almost untouched by reality. A path has been carved, a vast journey, I nest.
I often think of the smogged city left 4400 miles past. I arise from the corner, and leave the little village and climb to about 1,400 feet, passing rows and rows of Pear orchards.
Now, the air is perfumed with Jessamine blossom. The whole countryside is filled with that scent of my mind, my heart, my whole body. This extraordinary feeling of living a perfume that will exist for a precession. The intoxicating dignity of the quietness of the trees. I meditate in my quiet, peaceful corner. Silence and the vast speeding of slow time.
Man is trying to spoil every corner, but his mind has been preserved. And the sky that morning was extraordinarily beautiful. No trails for cowboys.
All the earth with it’s new life, flourishing, full - the earth is smiling with delight, and a deep understanding of its own existence. Consciousness. Evolution.
My mind, is quiet, it is empty of all the knowledge I have gathered, not only to be free but to comprehend something that is not of time or thought or of any action. Can you grasp the idea, the depth of what I am saying? I have a feeling of quiet emptiness that I can feel my way into it. No more chattering of the mind. This endless occupation with nothingness, this very occupation creating its problems.
And as one lives one is caught up in all this. This becomes their existences, the tedium, the talk that goes on their family, and if there isn't talking there is always the television rotting the mind. The mind seems to demand that it should be occupied, that it should move from one thing to another, from knowledge to knowledge, from action to action with the everlasting movement of thought.
Thought cannot be stopped by determination, or by decision of free will, or the pressing desire to arise into a quality of quiet happiness. I find myself content for something which I think, and I feel, to be real. A reality that had always eluded me, it had always been beyond my grasp.
I have come to talk with you this morning: why in your daily life, in your business life, is there not the stability, the endurance of that contentment? If you experience being content, then that very memory will nourish you, then that very remembrance will give a significance to an abundant reality.
So you ask me, “why did I move here?” Every other path was taken away.
I came to probe into this matter: why does the mind - perhaps the word brain may be better - demand that it should be happy?
I came to probe into this matter: why does the mind - perhaps the word brain may be better - demand that it should be happy?
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