Silent the old town . . .
the scent of flowers
floating . . .
And evening bell

With maturity out of awareness person become silent. When someone become silent he become aware of his surrounding also. He can smell of scent of flowers which is floating in air. He is in middle like evening. Day has gone and still night not started.

If you can function right now, here in this moment, through your consciousness, through your being aware, putting aside all that you have known — this is what functioning through no-knowledge, this is functioning through innocence. And this is maturity.

Maturity has a fragrance. It gives a tremendous beauty to the individual. It gives intelligence, the sharpest possible intelligence. It makes him nothing but love. His action is love, his inaction is love; his life is love, his death is love. He is just a flower of love.
The West has definitions of maturity which are very childish. The West means by maturity that you are no longer innocent, that you have ripened through life experiences, that you cannot be cheated easily, that you cannot be exploited, that you have within you something like a solid rock – a protection, a security.
This definition is very ordinary, very worldly. Yes, in the world you will find mature people of this type. But maturity is totally different, diametrically opposite to this definition. The maturity will not make you a rock; it will make you so vulnerable, so soft, so simple.