… There are villages , filthy and diseased. Then there are the cities with their clean streets and shiny new cars, their well dressed people
their endless shops filled with things
Aloneness is not the result of thought. Only when the thought is utterly still there is aloneness. And when we’re alone there is love which holds us together.
The wheat is ripened, the green have a golden tinge. How extraordinarily beautiful and the rich the earth is! There is no tiring of it. The heat has returned with the wind.. contd..