Nothing wrecks a man more efficiently than the pursuit of la dolce vita.
There is no problem with pleasure, none whatsoever. Until we want more of it. And then, furred and coal-eyed, there it is, a scurry of pain, of not having what we want.
Let come what comes, let go what goes.
Seeking is not finding. (Trying is not doing.)
In order to find what we are looking for, we stop what we are doing.
“Do you know how to do nothing?”
For, say, 15 seconds?
Getting what I want will make me happy. And then it won’t.
Those that go searching for love
Only make manifest their own lovelessness,
and the loveless never find love,
only the loving find love,
and they never have to seek for it.
Love is who we are.
The only love there is, is the love we express.
There is no other love.