The dewy morning, the rainbow, mountains, orchards in blossom, stars, moonlight, shadows in still water and the like, if too eagerly hunted, become merely shows and mock us with their unreality. Go out of the house to see the moon, and it is mere tinsel. It will not please us as much as when its …
What is any man’s discourse to me, if I am not sensible of something in it as steady and cheery as the creak of crickets? Henry David Thoreau.
I explore too, with pleasure, the sources of the myriad sounds which crowd the summer noon, and which seem the very grain and stuff of which eternity is made. Henry David Thoreau.
I can think, I can wait, I can fast. Herman Hesse, Siddhartha.
The grass does not refuse To flourish in the spring wind. The leaves are not angry At falling through the autumn sky. Who, with whip or spur Can urge the feet of Time? The things of the world flourish and decay, Each at its own hour. From The Sun, by Li Po, translated by Arthur …
Whoso is content with pure experience and acts upon it, has enough of truth. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I just heard Ram Dass say this in his video below at 42:03 “And Gandhi said, there’s going to be change and the English are going to have to leave, but it’s important that they leave as friends. It’s important that whatever changes go down there be the optimum amount of compassion. And for that …
Music lulls the disordered thoughts, and elevates the dejected spirits. Cervantes.