COLLECTION OF THE WORDS, AND THE WORDS ONLY.....WISDOM CANT BE COLLECTED, ONLY BE STOLEN!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

YOUR POWER IS NOTHING BUT YOUR ABILITY TO BREAK THE ILLUSIONS

Friday, October 10, 2008

soul and body

man is like a bird
if the soul stop flapping its wings
the body will fall down
when its not going up, its always going down

Thursday, October 9, 2008

God too would kneel down | St. Francis of Assisi

I think God might be a little prejudiced.
For once He asked me to join Him on a walk
through this world,

and we gazed into every heart on this earth,
and I noticed He lingered a bit longer
before any face that was
weeping,

and before any eyes that were
laughing.

And sometimes when we passed
a soul in worship

God too would kneel
down.

I have come to learn: God
adores His
creation.


Saint Francis of Assisi . version by Daniel Ladinsky
LOVE IS NOT BLIND
LOVE BLINDS


-RT

become the one

some ride the horse and follow the horse's will
others take control and guides it where they want
then there are those who become 'one' with the horse
these people, who don't like to play with their imagination
but become the imagination
and these are the people who say
kun fayakoon

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Right Where It Belongs

See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it's all
Right where it belongs


What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?

What if all the world's inside of your head
Just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods
All the living and the dead
And you're really all alone?
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
You keep looking but you can't find the woods
While you're hiding in the trees


What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?