The Rhythm of Life: When Living Becomes an Art Every Human Being Is a Note in the Music of the Universe Birds do not earn degrees from schools before learning to fly, nor do they take real estate courses before building their nests. Yet they fly, create their homes, raise their young, and live naturally in harmony with the rhythm of nature. Human beings, however—regarded as nature’s finest creation—are deeply familiar with pain and suffering, yet often remain strangers to joy and inner happiness. How is this possible? How did human beings become disconnected from their own existence? How could someone who is a magnificent work of nature lose the art of living? Why do we remain unaware of the extraordinary art already present within us? Has our inner connection with nature been broken? Has some inner fuse blown? Or has that connection simply become covered with the rust of time, fear, stress, and ignorance? The surprising thing is not that we have been unable to repair this inner ...
Not the Age of Information—but of Direct Experience When Nature Becomes the Teacher of Today’s Generation When the heat of thirty-two years of life dissolved, joy blossomed within me, and love longed to walk toward people and embrace them; I saw life expand in an entirely new way. I asked myself: What is life? Is life only love? Perhaps not, because it also contains pain. Is life only pain? That cannot be true either, because the search for love within it never ends. Whether it is the life of a human being, a bird, an animal, a nation, or a religion—every life ultimately searches for love. But where do we search for it? Searching for Love in the Pit of Pain We often search for love in the pit of pain. What, then, do we find there? More pain in place of pain. Another wound in place of a wound. A harvest of sorrow from the seeds of sorrow. Gradually, life turns into a deathlike silence. Its vitality, enthusiasm, and inner music disappear. Our lives continue to ache upon the fire of...