palm

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Interior of the hand. Sole that has come to walk
only on feelings. That faces upward
and in its mirror
receives heavenly roads, which travel
along themselves.
That has learned to walk upon water
when it scoops,
that walks upon wells,
transfiguring every path.
That steps into other hands,
changes those that are like it
into a landscape:
wanders and arrives within them,
fills them with arrival.


—Rainer Maria Rilke
Palm

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Walker, your footsteps 
are the road, and nothing more. 

Walker, there is no road,

the road is made by walking. 

Walking you make the road, 
and turning to look behind 
you see the path you never 
again will step upon. 

Walker, there is no road, 
only foam trails on the sea.


—Antonio Machado
proverbs and songs #29

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question

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Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed?


—Annie Dillard

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In our soul everything
moves guided by a mysterious hand:
ununderstandable, not speaking,
we know nothing of our own souls.

The deepest words
of the wise men teach us
the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows,
or the sound of the water when it is flowing.

—Antonio Machado
Robert Bly version

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For a day, just for one day,
Talk about that which disturbs no one

And bring some peace into your
Beautiful eyes.


—Hafiz

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you are that

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Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt — marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk? 

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt — marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt — marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night, as I slept,
I dreamt — marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.


—Antonio Machado (1875 - 1939)
presented by Robert Bly (treasure

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The world is nothing but the picture of your own "I” consciousness. As if you had received a phone call telling you that you are, and immediately the world appears. 

When you are in deep sleep and you feel that you are awake, the dream world appears simultaneously. 

With the (knowledge) “I Am,” the world appears in the waking and dream states.

—Nisargadatta Maharaj

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door of being, dawn and wake me,
allow me to see the face of this day,
allow me to see the face of this night,
all communicates, all is transformed,
arch of blood, bridge of the pulse,
take me to the other side of this night,
where I am you, we are us,
the kingdom where pronouns are intertwined, 

door of being: open your being
and wake ....

—Octavio Paz
Sandstone, excerpt

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