Deep in meditative trance a voice, my own perhaps, told me that I sought a god and had always done so.
The happiest mind is the empty mind. The mind of pure experience. Empty of though but full of what is.
Enjoying the cool spring sunshine this morning, I had a moment of truth as my eye was caught by dew drops in the long grass. I was sitting in our beautiful patch of wild meadow at the bottom of the garden.
I was contemplating meditation at the Wat Buddhapadipa in London and revisiting the basics of Buddhism this morning,
Analysis and thought are the very antithesis of the sort of behavior likely to lead to lasting peace.