Word. :smile: I love old school poetry. Favorite area in the library.

If you start off with a lie, your truth will never be understood wholly.

From: My daughter, Seo Young, 내 딸 서영이 (Korean drama Ep.38)

Be careful with your words. Once they are said they can only be forgiven, not forgotten. - Sarah Doubts

“Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.”
Hermann Hesse

“Man is a gateway, through which from the outer world of gods, daemons, and souls ye pass into the inner world; out of the greater into the smaller world.”
Carl Jung / Basilides - ‘seven sermons to the dead’- sermon 7.


“If I am a witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things - huitlacoche the corn mushroom, coffee, dark chiles, the bruised part of fruit, the darkest, blackest things to make me hard and strong.”
-Sandra Cisneros, “Eyes of Zapata”

“A mythological order is a system of images that gives consciousness a sense of meaning in existence, which, my dear friend, has no meaning––it simply is. But the mind goes asking for meanings; it can’t play unless it knows (or makes up) the rules.
Mythologies present games to play: how to make believe you’re doing thus and so. Ultimately, through the game, you experience that positive thing which is the experience of being-in-being, of living meaningfully. That’s the first function of a mythology, to evoke in the individual a sense of grateful affirmative awe before the monstrous mystery that is existence.”
-Joseph Campbell, Pathways to Bliss.

I heard a good one the other day though probably can't remember it rightly...along the lines of "careful what you say to yourself because you're listening". it kind of pulled me up a bit.

My alltime fave::

Silence grew and became intense, wider and deeper. The brain which had listened to the silence of the fields and groves was itself now silent, it had become quiet, naturally, without any enforcement. It was still, deep within itself, like a bird that folds its wings it had folded upon itself, it had entered into depth which were beyond itself. It was a dimension the brain could not capture or understand and there was no observer witnessing this depth. Every part of one's whole being was alert, sensitive but intensely still. This new, this depth was expanding, exploding, going away, developing in it's own explosions, out of time and beyond space.

From "Krishnamurti's Notebook"

I'm not sure if anyone else ever wrote this, but it came to me one day and made me laugh out loud...


Don't live in the past, tense.


:wink:


And of course ...


Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.

mevlana jelaluddin rumi - 13th century

"What other people say about you is not a reflection
of you, but a reflection of them."

Yes and vice versa....I learn more about myself
when I look at what I'm thinking about another! :smile: