I love it when you read to me.
The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
Bertrand Russel
Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
"Why do we have to listen to our hearts?" the boy asked, when they had made camp that day. "Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure."
"But my heart is agitated," the boy said. "It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it's become passionate […]. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights." […]
The boy's heart began to speak of fear. It told him stories it had heard from the Soul of the World, stories of men who sought to find their treasure and never succeeded. Sometimes it frightened the boy with the idea that he might not find his treasure, or that he might die there in the desert. At other times, it told the boy that it was satisfied: it had found love and riches.
"My heart is a traitor," the boy said to the alchemist […]. "It doesn't want me to go on.", "That makes sense," the alchemist answered. "Naturally it's afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you've won."
"Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?". "Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you're thinking about life and about the world." […]
"My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer." the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky. "Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity." […]
"When I have been truly searching for my treasure, every day has been luminous, because I've known that every hour was a part of the dream that I would find it. When I have been truly searching for my treasure, I've discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seemed impossible […] to achieve."
The Alchemist – Paulo Coelho
Maybe that's what my fears are, dreams wanting to be born.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Siren Song
on which every player is crushed.
Rainer Maria Rilke
[The Book of Hours, The Book of Poverty and Death / Das Stundenbuch, Das Buch von der Armut und vom Tode]
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Ecce Homo
The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of time.
What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.
Frank Herbert
So don't worry - it's all temporary.
So don't worry - it's all temporary.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
The Direction of Happiness
Happiness always looks small
while you hold it in your hands,
while you hold it in your hands,
but let it go, and you learn at once
how big and precious it is.
how big and precious it is.
Maxim Gorky
Friday, February 14, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
The last Rose
Sometime will always be the last time.
Khalil Gibran
Friday, February 7, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Compilation of the Heart - What life asks us
The trouble with life isn't that there is no answer,
it's that there are so many answers.
Ruth Benedict
I find Hearts when I need them most.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
"And I shall have some Peace there..." - My favorite Poem
I long to go there... from "the deep heart's core".
Ever since I read this poem the first time in 2005 it has been my constant companion.
I recite it in my mind and it calms me very much.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Compilation of the Heart - A Stone in a Universe of Pebbles and Stones
Today, while we were walking around the lake, [...] the man who was with me [...] threw a pebble into the water. Small circles appeared where the pebble fell, which grew and grew until they touched a duck that happened to be passing and which had nothing to do with the pebble. Instead of being afraid of that unexpected wave, he decided to play with it. [...]
Some hours before that scene, I went into a cafe, heard a voice, and it was as if God had thrown a pebble into that place.
The waves of energy touched both me and a man sitting in a corner painting a portrait. He felt the vibrations of that pebble, and so did I. […]
Some hours before that scene, I went into a cafe, heard a voice, and it was as if God had thrown a pebble into that place.
The waves of energy touched both me and a man sitting in a corner painting a portrait. He felt the vibrations of that pebble, and so did I. […]
There is a name for that pebble: passion.
It can be used to describe the beauty of an earth-shaking meeting between two people, but it isn't just that. It's there in the excitement of the unexpected, in the desire to do something with real fervor, in the certainty that one is going to realize a dream. Passion sends us signals that guide us through our lives, and it's up to me to interpret those signs.
Paulo Coelho – Eleven Minutes
Saturday, February 1, 2014
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