Category: quotes

in its own true nature

A fish cannot drown in water,

A bird does not fall in air.

In the fire of its making,

Gold doesn’t vanish:

The fire brightens.

Each creature God made

Must live in its own true nature;

How could I resist my nature, 

That lives for oneness with God.

                                     ~Mechtild of Magdeburg*

*cited:

Women in Praise of the Sacred

J Hirshfield

A Meditative Journey with Saldage

A Meditative Journey with Saldage  BookCover

 

This work interweaves elements of the author’s own history within a fabric composed of Buddhist philosophies of suffering and Christian ideals of forgiveness, as well as traditional elements of psychology and universal threads of myth.  The result is a rich tapestry of value to anyone seeking a personal and compassionate guide towards self-discovery and recovery from the sources and consequences of human suffering. The practical illustrations of overcoming suffering within this experience make this work a valuable tool for individual women and a significant contribution for the therapeutic environment.

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Author’s Note:

It is my hope that those who journey through A Meditative Journey with Saldage return again and again to the wisdom within the Kalama Sutta. If you find that the words, images, and/or cited quotes trigger any discontent within, please abandon them. If you find that they lead to an easing of discontent, please accept my written thoughts as a gift from me to you.

back way

perception is never purely in the present – it has to draw on experiences of the past; “the remembered present”…detailed memories of how things have previously looked and sounded, and these memories are recalled and mixed with every new perception…every act of perception…is to some degree an act of imagination.*

back way

 

*cited:

Musicophilia

Oliver Sacks

weekly photo challenge: achievement

On Foot

I had to Walk Through the Solar Systems,

before I found the first thread of my red dress.

Already, I sense myself.

Somewhere in space hangs my heart,

sparks fly from it, shaking the air,

to other reckless hearts.

            (“My self-confidence depends on the fact that I have discovered my dimensions:

It does not become me to make myself less than I am.”)

                                                                                                                           ~Edith Sodergran (1892-1923)

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to view additional images or to join in Michelle W’s challenge, “show us a photo that says ‘achievement’ to you” visit: thedailypost 

*cited:

Women in Praise of the Sacred

Ed: Jane Hirshfield

 

weekly photo challenge: humanity

“Humanity needs to weep and this is the time to weep…

Even today, after the second failure of another world war, perhaps we can speak of a third war, one fought piecemeal, with crimes, massacres, destruction…

War is irrational: its only plan is to bring destruction: it seeks to grow by destroying…

Greed, intolerance, the lust for power. These motives underline the decision to go to war and they are too often justified by an ideology.”

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Pope Francis*

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 Visit The Daily Post to view additional images or participate in THIRDEYEMON’s challenge: share what humanity means to you.

*cited:

AJELive@AJELive

“Humanity needs to weep and this is the time to weep.” – Pope Francis

talks of ‘third war”aje.me/Xca007

springtime dandelions

 

…from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.*

 

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*cited:

In Search of Lost Time

Vol I

Swann’s Way

pp 59-60

Marcel Proust

Trans: C.K. Scott Moncrieff