Really taste life

Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry.

Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

Ernest Hemingway

Always reaching

I long for a small respite from the reaching, a moment of sweet stillness, quiet darkness, the great silence that can penetrate and loosen the small, hard knots of endless trying. I want to be willing and able to move only as fast as I am capable of moving while still remaining connected to the impulse to move from deep within, stopping when I have lost that slender thread of desire and having the courage and faith to wait, in stillness, until I find it again.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Your own myth

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others.

Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation,

so everyone will understand the passage,
we have opened you.

Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy and tired.

Then comes a moment
of feeling the wings you’ve grown,
lifting.

Rumi

Sunday Quote: Teachings all round

All the colours of the mountain peaks,

all the echoes of the valleys

are the form and the voice of the Buddha

Dogen

Turn the pages

Look, it’s spring. And last year’s loose dust has turned into this soft willingness. The wind-flowers have come up trembling, slowly the brackens are up-lifting their curvaceous and pale bodies. The thrushes have come home, none less than filled with mystery, sorrow, happiness, music, ambition.

And I am walking out into all of this with nowhere to go and no task undertaken but to turn the pages of this beautiful world over and over, in the world of my mind.

* * *
Therefore, dark past,
I’m about to do it.
I’m about to forgive you

for everything.

Mary Oliver, A Settlement

Stop a moment

If I was asked for the most important advice I could give, that which I considered to be the most useful to men of our century, I should simply say: In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you

Tolstoy, Essays, letters and Miscellanies