The key to seeing the world’s soul, and in the process wakening our own, is to get over the confusion by which we think that fact is real and imagination is illusion.
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.
We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.
There is no way to re-enchant our lives in a disenchanted culture except by becoming renegades from that culture and planting the seeds for a new one.
It is precisely because we resist the darkness in ourselves that we miss the depths of the loveliness, beauty, brilliance, creativity, and joy that lie at our core.
Silence is not an absence of sound but rather a shifting of attention toward sounds that speak to the soul.
The soul doesn’t distinguish between good and bad as much as between what is nutritious and what isn’t. Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.
A soulmate is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communicating and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace.
We let a river shower its banks with a spirit that invades the people living there, and we protect that river, knowing that without its blessings the people have no source of soul.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her hand she bore.
When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem’ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Like the stain’d web that whitens in the sun, grow pure by being purely shone upon.
A philosopher being asked what was the first thing necessary to win the love of a woman, answered, Opportunity!
What’s important is finding out what works for you.
A few moments of silence may be all the meditation we need at times. Our homes could have a little space for withdrawal and quiet, and even a small garden could offer some distance from noise.
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth...
The past, the future: – two eternities!
Sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears revealing.
In our prayer and meditation we hope for fulfilling ordinary life.
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence – o’er and o’er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!