When experience is complete, there is no residue — that is the beauty of life. Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 – 1986)
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When experience is complete, there is no residue — that is the beauty of life. Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 – 1986)
There are forces in you working upon you all the time to make you awaken, to heal you, to cure you — if you can only listen to them. Maurice Nicoll (1884 – 1953)
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea; And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes. But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure; And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless. […]
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)
From unreality lead me to the real, from darkness to the light, from death to immortality. Upanishads (circa 800 – 200 B.C.E.)
When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And When his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And When he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as […]
Every time that a fragment of inexpressible truth passes into words that, although they are not able to contain the truth that inspired them, have by their order a perfect correspondence with truth that furnishes support to every spirit that wants to find it. Simone Weil (1909 – 1943)
The wine of divine Grace is limitless. All limits come only from the limitation of the cup. Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon, How much it can fill your room depends on its windows. Grant a great dignity, my friend, to the cup of your life; Love has designed it to hold His eternal wine. Jalal al-Din […]
The Formless is in the midst of all forms. Kabir (circa 1398 – 1518)
So do Thou my Lord, Thou and I never apart, Wave of the sea dissolve in the sea, I am the bubble, make me the sea, Oh I am the bubble, make me the sea. Paramhansa Yogananda (1893 – 1952)