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To reach the sea and be happy with a jug of water is a waste
The sea that has pearls…
And a hundred thousand other precious things.
Rumi
photo opheliarosetti
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To reach the sea and be happy with a jug of water is a waste
The sea that has pearls…
And a hundred thousand other precious things.
Rumi
photo opheliarosetti
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People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.
Joseph Campbell
photo neil ward
Beautiful warm and Summer weather here in Ireland, the UK and in Europe at the moment. I know that I have posted this before, but a walk along country roads and in the woods brought it to mind:
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver, The Summer Day
photo of Mullaghreelan Woods Co. Kildare
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If to enjoy even an enjoyable present we must have the assurance of a happy future, we are “crying for the moon.” We have no such assurance. The best predictions are still matters of probability rather than certainty, and to the best of our knowledge every one of us is going to suffer and die. If, then, we cannot live happily without an assured future, we are certainly not adapted to living in a finite world where, despite the best plans, accidents will happen, and where death comes at the end.
Alan Watts, The Wisdom of Insecurity
It seems that perfection is attained not when there is nothing more to add,
but when there is nothing more to remove.
(Il semble que la perfection soit atteinte non quand il n’y a plus rien à ajouter,
mais quand il n’y a plus rien à retrancher)
Antoine de Saint Exupéry, Terre des Hommes
photo hiro2006