If we don't know what to do, we do nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Then inwardly we are completely silent.
Do we understand what that means?
It means that we are not seeking,
not wanting, not pursuing;
there is no centre at all.
Then there is love...
When we are aware of our every action, then Sorrow has a totally different meaning. There is nothing to learn from sorrow. There is only the ending of sorrow. And when there is an ending of sorrow then there is love...
Like a flower that has perfume we can smell it or pass it by. That flower is for everybody and for the one who takes trouble to breathe it deeply and look at it with delight. Whether one is very near in the garden, or very far away, it is the same to the flower because it is full of that perfume and therefore it is sharing with everybody...