What we do in life echoes in eternity.
What we do in life echoes in eternity.
Whoever was responsible for the idea of dividing self into lower and higher parts committed a serious crime against humanity. This division has given rise to the notion that the lower (ego and immature) self must be overcome while the higher (unitive and whole) self must be sought as the goal of human realization. Out of ignorance, I too clung to this notion because I believed it was this higher self that would be united with God for all eternity. It took a long time before my experiences led me to doubt this conviction and, at the same time, let in the possibility that this was not the whole truth and that there was still further to go.
What nature creates has eternity in it.
This too will changEvolve!
Faith is not contrary to the usual ideas, something that turns out to be right or wrong, like a gambler's bet: it's an act, an intention, a project, something that makes you, in leaping into the future, go so far, far, far ahead that you shoot clean out of time and right into Eternity, which is not the end of time or a whole lot of time or unending time, but timelessness, the old Eternal Now
A boy, a man and eternity make a circle.
A boy tosses a ball into the air and it falls into the hands of a man.
A man tosses the same ball into the air and it falls into the hands of eternity.
Eternity tosses the ball into the air and it falls into the hands of a boy...
all because of love
when it arrived
my temporal life
from then on
changed to eternal
all because of love
when it arrived
my temporal life
from then on
changed to eternal
all because of love
when it arrived
my temporal life
from then on
changed to eternal
The words of the quote: "Reíncarnation is Eternity in slices", are mine.
Rob ten Berge
Tis greater to have love and lost than to never have loved at all.
Beauty
And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
All these things have you said of beauty.
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
"Forever has no meaning when you're living in the moment. I wasn't ready for that moment to end."
"You can erase someone from your mind. Getting them out of your heart is another story."
God is bound to act, to pour Himself into thee as soon as He shall find thee ready
The trip was about being vulnerable, but not afraid; about opening himself up like a tin can and exposing his guts to the wind and the sky, and somehow finding a way to go beyond his limits. If he could do that, salvation was his. This, he didn't have to remember. Working on salvation - each creature must do that on his own. No preacher could tell you how. No friend could ease the way. No one but you, yourself, could make peace that would last for eternity.
"In your life, you forget your "Always State" or "Always Form". You forget everything. However, you are already always that! There is only eternity, knowledge and bliss. But you're still terrified it might not be true. That is ego at work. Ego keeps one from being free. We want to taste all these experiences. And the ego makes it possible. Don't curse the ego. So many scriptures curse the ego self. Instead, look at your life as about choices, experiences and desires--that you are already liberated. Don't be afraid of desire. That is why you're here, to taste, live."
Life and Death are alike in that they both have an uncertain eternity right next to them.
In the beginning was the Tao.
All things issue from it;
all things return to it.
To find the origin,
trace back the manifestations.
When you recognize the children
and find the mother,
you will be free of sorrow.
If you close your mind in judgements
and traffic with desires,
your heart will be troubled.
If you keep your mind from judging
and aren't led by the senses,
your heart will find peace.
Seeing into darkness is clarity.
Knowing how to yield is strength.
Use your own light
and return to the source of light.
This is called practicing eternity.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and your are the mirror.
" The experience of Eternity right here and now, is the function of life."
What you seek is located in the Mountain of Doom. It lies across the River of Fire, and is guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It is there - only you can retrieve it.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Fly free and happy beyond birthdays and across forever, and we'll meet now and then when we wish, in the midst of the one celebration that never can end.
Eternity waits for your release. It dawned on Enoch that all signs, all advertisements, with all their strategic marketing phrases, still had a beauty that came before and beyond the madness of taking the power of the words and using it to sell some product, some thing. The words may have been selling something, but they were still beautiful words that spoke some other truth. Enoch felt his heart quicken its pace at the understanding, the fresh insight, realizing that he could learn from that commercial world that had always scared his soul. The world was alive and speaking out to those who would listen, and it spoke spiritual even in its containment of the external...
~ Chad Christopher Cobb, "The Sea of Milk" ~
To see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wild flower; hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.
For the material, at best, is only temporal, or temporary, while that which may be builded from spiritual desire, spiritual purposes, is eternal.
The soul is partly in time and partly in eternity. We might remember the part that resides in eternity when we feel despair over the part that is in life.
At that instant he saw, in one blaze of light, an image of unutterable conviction, the reason why the artist works and lives and has his being--the reward he seeks--the only reward he really cares about, without which there is nothing. It is to snare the spirits of mankind in nets of magic, to make his life prevail through his creation, to wreak the vision of his life, the rude and painful substance of his own experience, into the congruence of blazing and enchanted images that are themselves the core of life, the essential pattern whence all other things proceed, the kernel of eternity."
At that instant he saw, in one blaze of light, an image of unutterable conviction, the reason why the artist works and lives and has his being--the reward he seeks--the only reward he really cares about, without which there is nothing. It is to snare the spirits of mankind in nets of magic, to make his life prevail through his creation, to wreak the vision of his life, the rude and painful substance of his own experience, into the congruence of blazing and enchanted images that are themselves the core of life, the essential pattern whence all other things proceed, the kernel of eternity."