The man who has mastered himself cannot be defeated.
How many times can one man fall and still get up?
I keep waking up face down.
Did I just identify the situation and not offer any help for it?
I know I do that. It helps me avoid confrontation.
And what of humility? If I come to you as a beggar may I be spared the fight? Can’t we all just huddle in the back of the cave and tell each other lies?
It could be that I read on a wall somewhere that no one is spared the fight.
Does the exact center of a spinning circle move?
Osho said something like the exact center of sound is silence.
I keep dreaming of waking up on a battlefield, not knowing how I got there, hearing Little Willie John singing…
Talk To Me, Talk to Me.
So I say, Okay, I’ll talk – Cut me some slack, I’m an artist. A poet gone bad.
You’re a yoga teacher.
Same thing. I’m up and down and flyin around, gettin teeth knocked out, embarrassing myself, and you’re telling me that this is peace?
No. I’m telling you that you’re watching the edge when you should be watching the center. I’m telling you that this is the only battle there is. Everything else is illusion.
What if I don’t want to fight?
Want whatever you want; you still have to put up a fight. It doesn’t end until you do.
What if I lose?
You can’t lose because you can’t quit.
What if I die?
Dying won’t save you.
What if I have no faith?
Then find your will.
Dear Friend, I don’t like leaving you this way, but clearly I’m not the one to explain this. I will, though, make a basic observation – battle always seeks to answer a simple question: What will prevail?
And I will tell you that love always seeks its center.