Monday, August 15, 2016

Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds. –Rabindranath Tagore






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Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say: “Be more silent.” 

Die and be quiet. 

Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died. 

Your old life was a frantic running from silence. 
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. 

Live in silence.


–Rumi



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Saturday, August 13, 2016

consisting of






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We are the same as plants, as trees,
as other people, as the rain that falls.

We consist of that which is around us.

We are the same as everything.


—Buddha


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Sunday, August 7, 2016

you know quite well





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You know quite well, deep within you,

that there is only a single magic,
a single power, a single salvation...

and that is called loving.


–Herman Hesse



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Tuesday, August 2, 2016

small bird on fire





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It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through which the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.
When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

Pablo Neruda



 
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