Silence and spaciousness go together. The immensity of silence is the immensity of the mind in which a centre does not exist. Always to seek for wider, deeper, transcendental experience is a form of escape from the actual reality of “what is,” which is our self, our own conditioned mind. A mind that is awaking, intelligent and free, why should it need, why should it have, any “experience” at all? Light is light; it does not ask for more light.

 

Meditation is not a means of an end; there is no end, no arrival; it is a movement in time and out of time. Every system, method, binds thought to time, but choice-less awareness of every thought and feeling, understanding of their motives, their mechanism, allowing them to blossom, is the beginning of meditation. When thoughts and feelings flourish and die, meditation is the movement beyond time. In this movement there is ecstasy. In complete emptiness there is love, and with love there is destruction and creation.

 

The religious mind is the explosion of love. It is this love that knows no separation. To it, far is near. It is not the one or many, but rather that state of love in which all division ceases. Like beauty, it is not of the measure of words. From this silence alone the meditative mind acts.

 

Mediation is never prayer. Prayer, supplication, etc. are born out of self-pity.  You pray when you are in difficulty, when there is sorrow. But when there is happiness, joy, there is no supplication. This self-pity, so deeply embedded in man, is the root of separation. That which is separate, or thinks itself separate, ever seeking identification with something that is not separate, brings only more division and pain. Out of this confusion one cries to heaven.

 

If you set out to be good, goodness will never flower. If you cultivate humility, it ceases to be. Meditation is the breeze that comes in when you leave the window open; but if you deliberately keep it open; deliberately invite it to come, it will never appear.