We do not “come into” this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean “waves” the universe ‘peoples”. Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique reaction of the whole universe.
Let yourself be silently drawn
by the strange pull of what you really love.
It will not lead you astray.
Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.
~Henry David Thoreau
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
Do you want to improve the world? I don’t think it can be done. The world is sacred. It can’t be improved.
Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.
Within us is a secret longing to remember the light, to step out of time in this dancing world. It’s where we began and where we return.
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one’s self, the very meaning of one’s soul.
We don’t know the reasons that propel us on a spiritual journey, but somehow our life compels us to go. Something in us knows that we are not just here to toil at our work. There is a mysterious pull to remember.