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The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstacy read more
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstacy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed. -I. Krishnamurti.
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for read more
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.
"Come to me, darling; I'm lonely without thee;
Daytime and nighttime I'm dreaming about thee."
"Come to me, darling; I'm lonely without thee;
Daytime and nighttime I'm dreaming about thee."
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into read more
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was a conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.
The first step toward change is awareness. The second step is acceptance.
The first step toward change is awareness. The second step is acceptance.
Staying up all night is a waste of sleeping, and a waste of sleeping is a waste of dreaming, and read more
Staying up all night is a waste of sleeping, and a waste of sleeping is a waste of dreaming, and dreaming is important because the more dreams you have, the better chance you have of one coming true.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
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The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream;
And what is it all, when all is done?
The net of the fisher the burden breaks,
And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes.
At first, dreams seem impossible, then improbable, and eventually inevitable.
At first, dreams seem impossible, then improbable, and eventually inevitable.
