A BEAUTIFUL LIFE

Sometimes, sitting just by the side of a rose bush – look.

Sometimes sitting at night with the stars, don’t think.

Don’t start thinking what the name of this star is.

Stars have no names. The rose does not know that it is called ’rose’ and the sun is not at all alert, aware, that it is beautiful.

Forget all these things; just be there. That being there, that presence, is what meditation is.