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People believe I am what they see Me as, rather than what they do not see. But I am the read more
People believe I am what they see Me as, rather than what they do not see. But I am the Great Unseen, not what I cause Myself to be in any particular moment. In a sense, I am what I am not. It is from the Am-notness that I come, and to it I always return.
The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. -Henri Bergson.
The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. -Henri Bergson.
That which happens in life is not as important as how you accept it. Walter Brueggeman -Unknown.
That which happens in life is not as important as how you accept it. Walter Brueggeman -Unknown.
We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are. -Anais Nin.
We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are. -Anais Nin.
Where we've gotten mixed up is that we believe actions follow belief. But experience creates belief.. N. Smith -Rev Cecil read more
Where we've gotten mixed up is that we believe actions follow belief. But experience creates belief.. N. Smith -Rev Cecil Williams.
Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world. -George Bernard Shaw.
Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world. -George Bernard Shaw.
A pot clashes with its lid
In someones hurried kitchen
A telephone boils off the hook.
Outside, a car door
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A pot clashes with its lid
In someones hurried kitchen
A telephone boils off the hook.
Outside, a car door
An airplane pulls a drag of cloud.
muffled thunder.
Penetration seems a kind of inspiration; it gives me an idea of prophecy.
Penetration seems a kind of inspiration; it gives me an idea of prophecy.
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.