
Beauty is being in harmony with what you are. –Peter Nivio Zarlenga
Gathering in community with likeminded people is one of the most important ingredients in fostering and sustaining personal and spiritual growth. ––Thich Nhah Hanh
One’s own thought is one’s world. What a person thinks is what he becomes. That is the eternal mystery. ––The Upanishads
To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour. ––Henry DavidThoreau
Borrow the Beloved’s eyes. Look through them and you’ll see the Beloved’s face everywhere. No tiredness, no jaded boredom... things you have hated will become helpers. ––Jalaluddin Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks, We Are Three
Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time. ––Rabindranath Tagore
The sin of inadvertence, not being alert, not quite awake, is the sin of missing the moment of life— live with unremitting awareness. ––Joseph Campbell
We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake...by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. ––Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Patience means not retaliating with anger for anger, or harm for harm, and voluntarily bearing up under difficulties in order to progress on the path of spiritual awakening... How do we slow down our conditioned, knee-jerk reactions while speeding up and sharpening our conscious, mindful, moment-to-moment awareness? How do we broaden the gap between stimulus and response so we have time to give the situation a proper amount of consideration? This takes clarity, resolve, meditation, and practice. ––Surya Das, Buddha Is as Buddha Does
Imaginary Kisses come from behind me and land gently on my neck. I fall into a cloud of pink and a group of very large fairies carry me off to a dark green forest. One of them touches my head and I remember who I am. I look into her eyes and I can see myself, untouched by my experiences. ––Elise Lebec, Possible Dreams CD www.eliselebec.com
Falling
It’s been ages since I last touched you. Four weeks by the calendar in this reality, A lifetime where I live. I feel you drifting away, Leaving an ever increasing chasm in my heart. I tossed a stone in that deep hole the other day; It still hasn’t struck bottom. © 1994 Brett Stephenson
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