Once you have access to the source of creation within you, your health and wellbeing will naturally be taken care of.
The source of creation is within you. You can be just a piece of flesh, or you can be the Creator himself - this is the choice and potential you have.
All beliefs will crash somewhere. Only reality will sustain itself.
In tension you cannot perceive; in laxity you cannot perceive. Only if you are intense and relaxed, you perceive everything just the way it is.
If you have no agenda of your own, life will work according to its agenda. Your personal agenda is taking you further and further away from that.
If you look at creation the way it is, it is explosively beautiful.
Conclusion means death. Confusion means possibility.
When the very source of creation is within you, all the solutions are within you. The problems are just created by you.
Making conclusions about life is a sure way to deny yourself the possibility of a human being transforming himself into the Divine.
Generally, people who are not self-realized are full of themselves. One who is self-realized sees that the whole world is full of one.
Life has come from a very beautiful source. If you remain in touch with that source, everything about you will be beautiful.
When we stop resisting what we don't want to feel and embrace the state that we are in, we move through whatever it is SO much faster and find our way back to truth and clarity.
We can find true refuge within our own hearts and minds-right here, right now, in the midst of our moment-to-momen t lives. We find true refuge whenever we recognize the silent space of awareness behind all our busy doing and striving. We find refuge whenever our hearts open with tenderness and love. We find refuge whenever we connect with the innate clarity and intelligence of our true nature.
I played music practically my entire life. But the first time I ever really played music was with John and Robby and Jim That's where it happened. it was an epiphany, a moment of profound clarity
I know whether or not I am confused most readily by noticing--being mindful of--my capacity for feeling caring concern. ... when I feel myself in caring connection--encouraging, consoling, or appreciating--I feel the twin pleasures of clarity and goodness. It doesn't matter if the connection I feel is to myself or a person I know or people I don't know or even the whole world. The lively impulse of caring is what counts. [p. 20]
Writing is thinking. To write well is to think clearly. That's why it's so hard.
I have never had clarity; what I have always had is trust. So I will pray that you will trust God.
My aim is to be understood by everyone. I reject the 'depth' that people demand nowadays, into which you can never descend without a diving bell crammed with cabbalistic bullshit and intellectual metaphysics. This expressionistic anarchy has got to stop... A day will come when the artist will no longer be this bohemian, puffed-up anarchist but a healthy man working in clarity within a collectivist society.
An ordinary mirror is silvered at the back but the window of the night train has darkness behind the glass. My face and the faces of other travellers were now mirrored on this darkness in a succession of stillnesses. Consider this, said the darkness: any motion at any speed is a succession of stillnesses; any section through an action will show just such a plane of stillness as this dark window in which your seeking face is mirrored. And in each plane of stillness is the moment of clarity that makes you responsible for what you do.
One way to determine if a view is inadequate is to check its consequences in particular cases, sometimes extreme ones, but if someone always decided what the result should be in any case by applying the given view itself, this would preclude discovering it did not correctly fit the case. Readers who hold they would plug in to the machine should notice whether their first impulse was not to do so, followed later by the thought that since only experiences could matter, the machine would be all right after all.
Each of us is the sum of our scars.
All the armed prophets conquered; all the unarmed ones perished.
The City. Can't you hear it? People. Machines. Even thoughts so thick your bones feel it and your ear almost catches it.
She obeys me, but only because she wants to. It's the only justification for obedience, Ged observed.
If you are losing at a game, change the game.
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