Quotes About Contemplation

I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green.

Death should take me while I am in the mood.

They sat cross-legged on the floor, short of lotus, lay back between table and couch. In the upset zone known as not yet there they reconvened, she unexpected harmony's ghost, another she recondite solace's regret. . . They sat on the floor sipping herb as we looked on, incense an androgyne funk, flesh crevice, book of anabatic recess

Apart from being dead its going to be necessary to die. And I'm dealing at the moment with the realization that at my age there is absolutely no way in which I can skirt the matter and come out on the other side.

At the end of the day, to sit in my garden is to finally awaken

Like adults throughout history Jebel then just stood there unable to think of anything else to say.

Some of the most profound truths about us are things that we stop saying in the middle.

It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.

set a cat among the philosophical pigeons.

This is where he had ended up, lying on his back, trying to forget himself.

If spectacle is lacking in everyday life, it may be because we have forgotten where and how to look.

The book doesn't preach; it just offers up another way of looking at life.

he said, with sort of a little derisive smile, "How can you walk down the street with all this stuff going on inside you?" I said, "I don't know how you can walk down the street with nothing going on inside you.

Although I am a gregarious person, I love solitude even more.

assumia, em casa, no ônibus, no escritório, um ar de estátua no próprio monumento.

If it is difficult to control the direction of your attention while in a state akin to sleep, you may find gazing fixedly into an object verN helpful. Do not look at its surface but into and beyond any plain object such as a wall, a carpet, or any other object \ hich possesses depth. Arrange it to return as little reflection as possible. Imagine then that in this depth you are seeing and hearing what you want to see and hear until your attention is exclusively occupied by the imagined state.

por la intensidad del amor y el odio, nos convertimos en lo que contemplamos

Escucha esto del gran William Blake: "En tu propio pecho llevas tu cielo y tierra, Y todo lo que contemplas, aunque parece fuera, Está dentro, en tu imaginación, De la cual este mundo de mortalidad no es sino una sombra".

By shifting his gaze slightly, he saw frame in the sitting room window, a landscape aloof from man. Its beauty was perfectly articulate yet utterly remote. Against his will he was moved by it as an unmusical listener may be profoundly disturbed by sound forms that he is unable to comprehend.

Doing nothing at all is often the very wisest thing ... as the world is a ball and is turning and everything is in fact in motion all the time, doing nothing is not really doing nothing, it's allowing things to mover at their own pace

All of me knelt down. All of me bowed. Inside the chapel of myself, all my candles lit.

Briefly everything was stopped, as if a hand had reached out and paused the world in its turning. She stood by the cooker now watching him, the pale blueberries of her eyes, watching him with pride, her two hands brought up to her mouth the way she always did when she had feelings two large for words.

The rosary was said in most houses then, but in few midnight gardens. The version that night was murmured and swift. By native decree, and the proven truth that no nation spoke faster, punctuation in prayer had been long ago dispensed with, breathless delivery was acceptable to the Lord who could pause, parse and separate the string of prayers in His own time.

dangles of rosary beads moving through fingers like some circular riverworks of soul. The Men's Aisle didn't fill until