Everything Beautiful Has To Be

Excitement And Depression, Fortune And Misfortune, Pleasure And Pain Are Storms In A Tiny Private, Shell-bound Realm - Which We Take To Be The Whole Of Existence. Yet We Can Break Out Of This Shell And Enter A New World.

In The Spiritual Lore Of India There Is A Story That The Lord Whispered Only One Word In Our Ears When He Sent Us Into The World: 'give.' Give Freely Of Your Time, Your Talent, Your Resources; Give Without Asking For Anything In Return. This Is The Secret Of Living In Joy And Security.

We Can All Learn To Conquer Hatred Through Love -drawing On The Power Released Through The Practice Of Meditation To Throw All Our Weight, All Our Energy, And All Our Will On The Side Of What Is Patient, Forgiving, And Selfless In Ourselves And Others.

My Grandmother Lived In A Universe Filled With Life. It Was Impossible For Her To Conceive Of Any Creature - Even The Smallest Insect, Let Alone A Human Being - As Insignificant. In Every Leaf, Flower, Animal, And Star She Saw An Expression Of A Compassionate Universe, Whose Laws Were Not Competition And Survival Of The Fittest But Cooperation, Artistry And Thrift. . . .

An Unhurried Mind Brings The Capacity To Make Wise Choices Every Day - Choices Of How We Use Our Time, Of Where We Place Our Resources And Our Love. I Am Not Just Talking About Avoiding The Rat Race, But About A Life Full Of An Artistic Beauty - A Life That Has Almost Vanished From Modern Civilization, But Is Quite Within The Reach Of Everyone.