Tuesday, August 26, 2025

needful things

 






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When the world arises in me, 
It is just an illusion: 
Water shimmering in the sun, 
A vein of silver in mother-of-pearl, 
A serpent in a strand of rope. 

From me the world streams out 
And in me it dissolves, 
As a bracelet melts into gold,
A pot crumbles into clay,
A wave subsides into water.


—Ashtavakra Gita 2: 9-10


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The very idea of going beyond the dream is illusory. Why go anywhere? 

Just realise that you are dreaming a dream you call the world, and stop looking for ways out.


—Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj


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Things that rain, and things that grow. They are all that hold my interest. 
(Until the things that rain have grown, and the things that grow have poured.)


—Takashi Hiraide



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