"Around us, life bursts with miracles—a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops..
If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere.
Each human being is a multiplicity of miracles; Eyes that see thousands of colors, shapes, and forms; ears that hear a bee flying or a thunderclap; a brain that ponders a speck of dust as easily as the entire cosmos; a heart that beats in rhythm with the heartbeat of all beings.
When we are tired and feel discouraged by life’s daily struggles, we may not notice these miracles, but they are always there."
— Thích Nhất Hạnh (via panatmansam)
"Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?"
— The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore by Tennessee Williams (via seulray)
(Source: catharinethegreat, via beherenowandzen)
"The Pueblo Indians told me that all Americans are crazy, and of course I was somewhat astonished and asked them why. They said, “Well, they say they think in their heads. No sound man thinks in his head. We think in the heart."
— Carl Jung
(Source: abiding-in-peace, via beherenowandzen)
"This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. Its done by hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering that its a feather bed."
— Terence Mckenna (via panatmansam)
"Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move."
— Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (via thecalminside)
"“The basic laws of the Universe are simple, but because our senses are limited, we can’t grasp them. There is a pattern in creation. Science is never finished because the human mind only uses a small portion of its capacity, and man’s exploration of his world is also limited. If we look at this tree outside whose roots search beneath the pavement for water, or a flower which sends its sweet smell to the pollinating bees, or even our own selves and the inner forces that drive us to act, we can see that we all dance to a mysterious tune, and the piper who plays this melody from an inscrutable distance—whatever name we give him—Creative Force, or God—escapes all book knowledge.”
- Albert Einstein"
— http://ift.tt/1n60BKI (via painting-a-picture)
I can’t imagine…
I can’t imagine we share the same sand
Or see the same friends on different days.
I can’t imagine you haven’t moved to a new shore
Where the drum and the harp make music
Like that mindless spider
Washed from the water spout
Who climbs again as the teardrops roll,
Looking within for love from without,
Yet not ready to let that nothing go.
No nursery rhyme ever called for this much courage