Where your Mona Lisa Smile, and hold all your mystery.
Where your Mona Lisa Smile, and hold all your mystery.
The most beautiful emotion we can experience is the mysterious. It is
the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of all true art and
science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer
wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead, a snuffed-out candle.
To sense that behind anything that can be experienced there is
something that our minds cannot grasp, whose beauty and sublimity
reaches us only indirectly: this is religiousness. In this sense, and
in this sense only, I am a devoutly religious man.
"Sometimes miracles can be very small indeed. Sometimes as small as a pretty pin inside a broken box."
Marley Rides
True words are to thought as pure notes are to music -- both capable of expressing the mysteries of the soul.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
Remembering the Mystery is a way of being everything you always already are.
Eating with the fullest pleasure –pleasure, that is, that does not depend on ignorance –is perhaps the profoundest enactment of our connection with the world. In this pleasure we experience and celebrate our dependence and gratitude, for we are living from mystery, from creatures we did not make and powers we cannot comprehend.
The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery.
"I am through with everyting but you
Dying into your mystery,
I OPEN to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain."
Man is manifestly not the measure of all things. This universe is shot through with mystery. The very fact of its being, and of our own, is a mystery absolute, and the only miracle worthy of the name. The consciousness that animates us is itself central to this mystery and ground for any experience we may wish to call “spiritual.” No myth needs to be embraced for us to commune with the profundity of our circumstance. No personal God need be worshipped for us to live in awe at the beauty and immensity of creation. No tribal fictions need be rehearsed for us to realize, one fine day, that we do, in fact, love our neighbors, that our happiness is inextricable from their own, and that our interdependence demands that people everywhere be given the opportunity to flourish. The days of our religious identities are clearly numbered. Whether the days of civilization itself are numbered would seem to depend, rather to much, on how soon we realize this.
Our way out involves both resistance and renewal: saying no to what is, so that we can reshape and recreate the world. Our challenge is communal, but to face it we must be empowered as individuals and create structures of support and celebration that can teach us freedom. Creation is the ultimate resistance, the ultimate refusal to accept things as they are. For it is in creation that we encounter Mystery...
Leela, the Plaything of Playeverything! Love dis-solves the two great Mysteries: Existence, and That One Becoming Many. Jai Love!
We cannot offer shortcuts to enlightenment. Enlightenment is, of the moment, an opening to intelligent infinity. It can only be accomplished by the self, for the self. Another self cannot teach/learn enlightenment, but only teach/learn information, inspiration, or a sharing of love, of mystery, of the unknown that makes the other-self reach out and begin the seeking process that ends in a moment, but who can know when an entity will open the gate to the present? Ra, an humble messenger of the Law of One
There is an ultimate wildness in all this, for the universe, as existence itself, is a terrifying as well as a benign mode of being. If it grants us amazing powers over much of its functioning we must always remember that any arrogance on our part will ultimately be called to account. The beginning of wisdom in any human activity is a certain reverence before the primordial mystery of existence, for the world about us is a fearsome mode of being. We do not judge the universe.
For the emergent process, as noted by the geneticist Theodore Dobzhansky, is neither random nor determined but creative. Just as in human order, creativity is neither a rational deductive process nor the irrational wandering of the undisciplined mind but the emergence of beauty as mysterious as the blossoming of a field of daisies out of the dark Earth.
Love is not an emotion, it is your very nature. Learn to live in the mystery.
There is nothing wrong with God's creation. Mystery and Suffering only exist in the mind...
Where there is no light, one cannot see; and when one cannot see, his imagination starts to run wild. He begins to suspect that something is about to happen. In the dark there is mystery.
To truly find God, truth needs to be found independently from the opinions of others. The truth has to be found in our hearts.
~ A.H. Almaas
Training is where you find yourself,
Racing is where you define yourself.
~ Joshua Ego
The whole purpose of religion is to facilitate love and compassion, patience, tolerance, humility, forgiveness.
~ H.H. the Dalai Lama
I want to know God's thoughts... all the rest are details.
~ Albert Einstein
I am a thing that thinks, that is to say, a thing that doubts, affirms, denies, understands a few things, is ignorant of many things, will, refrains from willing, and also imagines and senses.
~ Rene Descartes
The purpose of life is to acquire knowledge, truth and understanding.
~ Nicole Breen
in·ner Light (noun)
In Quaker belief, the presence of God as a guiding force within the human soul.
Also called Inward Light. Also called Light
in·ner man (noun)
The soul or the spiritual or intellectual part of a man. See also inner woman
~ Encarta® World English Dictionary ©
Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
~ unknown
There is no beginning or end. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why they call it the Present.
~ Babatunde Olatunji
Almost all the progress ever made in human thought has been made by the Doubting Thomas’s, the questioners, the challengers, the show-me crowd.
~ Dale Carnegie,
Social order is the perspective of the privileged.
~ Claudia the sexy Romanian
We had two bags of CDs, seventy-five tracks of Santana, five sheets of high-powered music lyrics, an ipod half-full of the Doobies, and a whole multi colored collection of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers… Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw Eagles, and two dozen Amy Lee. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious music collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the Eagles. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an Eagles binge, and I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
~ Margi Cates
The unexamined life is not worth living.
~ Socrates
Aspire to Inspire Before You Expire!
~ unknown
Cheers, Beers, Bongs, Blunts, Music, Love.
~ Cain the man
LIFE the way you want it, LIFE at its pure essence, in the flow, occurs when you are trying to get nothing out of life. When you ask life how you may best serve the highest good.
~ Mayesyn
Not all revolutionaries set out to change the world per se; some set out to change their own worlds. And in so doing, they often change the way one person, or a few people, or whole communities, or entire nations or the world thinks and operates in some significant way.
~ Anita Roddick
Music is the silence between the notes.
~ Claude Debussy
The Dance
I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
Don't jump up and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!"
Just stand up quietly and dance with me.
Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiraling down into the ache within the ache, and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.
Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.
Tell me a story of who you are, and see who I am in the stories I am living.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.
Don't tell me how wonderful things will be...someday.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next...
I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?
And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the learn, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.
Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart, and I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.
Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are.
When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.
Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle, not to change the world, but to love it.
Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.
Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.
And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions have died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.
Don't say, "Yes!"
Just take my hand and dance with me.
The consolations are gone; the skull will grin in at the banquet; it can no longer tranquilize itself with the trivial. From the depths, it cries out to gods no longer there, searches for a meaning not yet disclosed, still to be incarnated. Its very agony is worth a million happy magics and a thousand believing myths, and yet its only consolation is its unrelenting pain - a pain, a dread, an emptiness that feels beyond the comforts and distractions of the body, the persona, the ego, looks bravely into the face of the Void, and can no longer explain away either the Mystery or the Terror. It is a soul that is much too awake. It is a soul on the brink of the transpersonal.
You did not come here to conquer flesh. You came here to live in it. You came here to be part of it, not to destroy it, not to repress it and not to conquer it. If you are not one with your body you will be owned. If you go into social consciousness from an image standpoint you are owned also. ...If you cannot see the world and hear the world then you can be fully controlled. These mystery schools, all of your religions, all of your dogmas, all of these that have secrets, all have penalties. Every one of them will take your life away; they will take the love away from you which is worse than taking your life. The only school that exists is LIFE and that is no mystery....Why are you not yet living it? (pg 422-424)
Within your beings, always simply remember, if you follow no other truth, follow the truth that within your being is called joy. If you follow that , you're always going to be right where you need to be, and you will always have life within your being. That's where you need to be. ...when you are faced with something that gives you fear, realize that fear is of man's mind- not God's. So realize that within your being you already have everything you need to go home. (p437) Joy is the fastest way to bypass the circuitry you have with your subpersonalities. (p166)
There's but one mystery in life..... life itself.
There is a mystery, or there is a Way -- either is wonderful.
Mystery. The strangeness of place so necessary to some creative spirits. A perfect mixture of the classical utopia and the pagan mystery.
It is a mystery, and to tell the truth, I am intrigued by mysteries even if this is to be my last week of enjoying them. I would welcome some glimmer of understanding but, failing that, working on the puzzle will suffice.