The mind is the instrument, the flywheel, and the thickest comrade of man. Through it, one can ruin oneself or save oneself. Regulated and controlled, channeled properly it can liberate; wayward and let loose, it can entangle and bind fast.
May peace rule the universe; may peace rule in kingdoms and empires; in states and in the lands of the potentates; in the house of friends and may peace also rule in the house of enemies.
You say: “He lost his life” or “my life”, as if life were something that you can possess or lose. The truth is: you don’t have a life, you are life. The One Life, the one consciousness that pervades the entire universe and takes temporary form to experience itself as a stone or blade of grass, as an animal, a person, a star or a galaxy.
Take a look at your natural river. Are you riding with it? Or are you rowing against it? Don’t you see that there is no effort if you’re riding with your river?
