Words shape our reality, and a song or poem has that power in a potently condensed form. Likewise a pithy quotation can say it all – and lodge in the mind to drip-feed our own purpose and courage. Here are the quotations that appear throughout this website – they will change from time to time as new ones find and inspire me.
We cannot live for ourselves alone. Our lives are connected by a 1000 invisible threads, and along these sympathetic fibres our actions run as causes and return to us as results.
The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice.
Our true home is in the present moment.
To live in the present moment is a miracle.
The miracle is not to walk on water.
The miracle is to walk on the green Earth…
to appreciate the peace and beauty available now…
in our bodies and our spirits.
Once we learn to touch this peace,
we will be healed and transformed.
It is not a matter of faith;
it is a matter of practice
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here…
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.
We cannot wait for great visions from great people, for they are in short supply…
It is up to us to light our own small fires in the darkness.
Be patient towards all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not seek the answers that cannot be given to you, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. And perhaps you will gradually, without noticing it live along some distant day into the answers. (Letters to a Young Poet)
You must give birth to your images, they are the future waiting to be born. Fear not the strangeness you feel, the future must enter you long before it happens. Just wait for the birth, for the hour of new clarity.
It is the loss of connection with the past, our uprootedness, which has given rise to the discontents of civilization and to such a flurry and haste, that we live more in the future and its chimerical promises of a golden age, than in the present.
In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions. When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?
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