“A billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. But in you is the presence that will be, when the stars are dead.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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“Simply allow your thoughts
and experiences
to come and go,
without ever
grasping at them.”
Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
Filed under Impulses
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“Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive – the risk to be alive and express what we really are.” ~ Don Miguel Ruiz
Filed under Reflections
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“You can’t cross the sea
merely by standing and
staring at the water.”
Rabindranath Tagore
Filed under Impulses, Reflections
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“True freedom arises when you do not want anything from anyone else and so, from this fearless state, you will be at peace with yourself and all beings. This is the beautiful gift you will bring to the world by letting go of the addiction to ‘self’. One less being demanding that life always will please and satisfy them.” ~ Michael Kewley
Filed under Reflections
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“To a bird’s song I listen.
Not for the voice, but for the silence
following after the song.”
Yone Noguchi
Filed under Impulses
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“They say, ‘Find a purpose in your life and live it’. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind.” ~ Khaled Hosseini
Filed under Reflections
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“Astonishing. Getting older and older, I still stand here at this window, watching as if never having watched anything like it before – the wrens, juncos, and purple finches picking the seeds strewn on the pile of frozen snow. Through my breath condensing into fog on the cold window pane, I still see bare branches chasing their shadows in the icy wind, black threads of water crinkling through fissures in the frozen river. I am aware that what I am seeing is no more, no less than the great Mystery, that of being here at all, that of seeing it – as from the other side of a mirror – snow, birds, my breath still condensing, that breath that started so long ago as my first cry.” ~ Frederick Franck
Filed under Reflections
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