Sunday, 15 September 2013

 

Life you can evade. 

Death you cannot.


Wednesday, 11 September 2013

 

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.


 

Your children are not your children. 

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself...


You may house their bodies but not their souls,

 for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, 

which you cannot visit, 

not even in your dreams.



 

In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans; 

in one aspect of You are found all the aspects of existence



 

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,

And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.



 

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. 


Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley 

than to those who inhabit the mountain?



Tuesday, 10 September 2013

 

the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow