| “It is a patient pursuit to bring water from the depth of the ground; one has to deal with much mud in digging before one reaches the water of life.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan |
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| “It is a patient pursuit to bring water from the depth of the ground; one has to deal with much mud in digging before one reaches the water of life.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan |
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“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.”
Frederick Buechner
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When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.
Abraham Joshua Heschel
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to see the world
not as a pyramid
where many must be on the bottom
so that a few can be on top,
but as a circle,
a weaving,
a dance of life.
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“The might oak was once a little nut that stood its ground.”
source unknown
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“… because the headlines don’t tell the whole story; because truth is a living force, more stubborn and resilient than any politician; because life is bigger and more mysterious than all our words for it…….”
Sy Safransky (The Sun magazine, July 2003)
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I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at time I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die.
Juan Ramon Jimenez
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All theory, dear friend, is grey, but the golden tree of actual life springs ever green.
- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832)
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We are like those who,
immersed in water,
stretch out their hands,
begging for a drink.
Seppo
(from The Book of Angelus Silesius by Frederick Franck)
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