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TIME FOR A COOL CHANGE
Man is in the process of changing,
to forms that are not of this world;
grows he in time to the formless,
a plane on the cycle above.
Know ye, ye must become formless
before ye are one with the light.
Adapted from the Emerald Tablets of Thoth
PEACE
TARA
OPEN YOUR HEART
TO THE MYSTERY OF YOURSELF
AND YOU SHALL FALL HEADLONG
INTO AN OCEAN OF LOVE
FROM WHERE THERE IS NO RETURN.
RUMI
PEACE
TARA
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a
green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and
deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the
man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.
- William Blake, 1799, The Letters
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
- Kahlil Gibran
What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection
of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.
- Gandhi
Learn to see, and then you'll know that
there is no end to the new worlds of our vision.
- Carlos Castaneda
Your vision will become clear only when you look
into your heart. ... Who looks outside, dreams.
Who looks inside, awakens.
- Carl Jung
When there's nothing to see, look.
- Dakota Indian saying
The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.
- Charles H. Perkhurst
If you gaze for long, the abyss also gazes into you.
- Nietzsche
The question is not what you look at, but what you see.
- Thoreau
KNOW THAT WE COULD ALL LEARN TO "SEE" BETTER...
IMAGINE MORE...
FEEL IT WITH OUR HEARTS...
PEACE
TARA
Krishnamurti
CREATE A NEW WORLD
If you have to create a new world, a new civilization, a new art, everything new, not contaminated by tradition, by fear, by ambitions, if you have to create something anonymous which is yours and mine, a new society, together, in which there is not you and me but an "ourness," must there not be a mind that is completely anonymous, therefore alone? This implies, does it not, that there must be a revolt against conformity, a revolt against respectability, because the respectable man is the mediocre man because he wants something, he is dependent on influence for his happiness, on what his neighbor thinks, on what his guru thinks, on what the Bhagavad-Gita or the Upanishads or the Bible or the Christ says. His mind is never alone. He never walks alone, but he always walks with a companion, the companion of his ideas.
Is it not important to find out, to see, the whole significance of interference, of influence, the establishment of the "me," which is the contradiction of the anonymous? Seeing the whole of that, does not the question inevitably arise: Is it possible immediately to bring about that state of mind that is not influenced, which cannot be influenced by its own experience or by the experience of others, a mind that is incorruptible, that is alone? Then only is there a possibility of bringing about a different world, a different culture, a different society in which happiness is possible.
The Book of Life - December 6
JKrishnamurti.org - Daily Quote
TARA
In the Kindness of Sleep
I visited you last night when you
were sleeping with a child's abandon.
Curled so casual in sheets
inlaid by your beauty.
I held my hand to your face
and touched as gently
as I know how
so you could linger with your dreams.
I heard soft murmurs that only angels make
when they listen to their home.
So I drew my hand away
uneasy that I might wake you
even as gentle as I was.
But you stayed with your dreams
and I watched as they found their way to you
in the kindness of sleep.
And I dreamed that I was an echo of your body
curled beside you like a fortune hunter
who finally found his gold.
I nearly wept at the sound of your breath,
but I stayed quiet as a winter lake, and bit my lip
to ensure I wouldn't be detected.
I didn't want to intrude
so I set my dream aside
and I gently pulled your hand from underneath
the covers to hold.
A hand whose entry into flesh
must have been the lure that brought me here.
And as I hold it
I remember why I came
to feel your pulse
and the beating of your heart in deep slumber.
And I remember why I came in the
kindness of sleep --
to hold your hand, touch your face
and listen to the soft breathing
of an angel,
curled so casual in sheets
inlaid by your beauty.
WingMakers' Chamber Poetry Twenty-Two
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TARA
