Happiness is your nature. It is not wrong to desire it. What is wrong is seeking it outside when it is inside.
-Ramana Maharshi
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If you want to become whole, let yourself be partial.
If you want to become straight, let yourself be crooked.
If you want to become full, let yourself be empty.
If you want to be reborn, let yourself die.
If you want to be given everything, give everything up.
-Lao Tzu
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Everything is a thought
"For something to be happening, mind needs to be happening"
For something to be known words are needed.
Without words, symbols, thoughts, ideas, concepts or beliefs, there is just this unformed event, this unformed expression.
Who are you without thoughts?
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the image(of)the image
we are not after truths. we are after the image of truths.
we are safer in the image of the image of truths. what we know
is forgettable and what we don’t know we live our lives scared
to forget. we are in a place between forgettable knowledge
and forfeited knowledge. no door of any width, no squeeze of any heart
will free us. once we are gone once
we are no more less than we were. from nothing to never
silence shame. we see only the image
of wounds, and the image of the image
of unforgiving fathers, slow-dying
in firelight.
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If - Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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