Quotes About Existence

Whate'er is born of mortal birth    Must be consumed with the earth

Art is the Tree of Life, Science is the Tree of Death.

Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.

Terrified at Non Existence, for such they deemd the death of the body, Los his vegetable hands outstretch'd; his right hand branching out in fibrous Strength siez'd the Sun; his left hand like dark roots cover'd the Moon, and tore them down, cracking the heavens across from immense to immense.

Little fly thy summers play my thoughtless hand has brushed away am not I a fly like thee, art not thou a man like me? for I dance and drink and sing til some blind hand shall brush my wing

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night...

Time is the mercy of eternity.

And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love...

I have no name: I am but two days old.

Four Mighty Ones are in every Man: a perfect Unity Cannot exist but from the Universal Brotherhood of Eden, The Universal Man, to Whom be glory evermore Amen.

The view backward showed you all the twists and turns your life had taken, all the contingencies and chances, the random elements of good luck and bad luck that made up one person's existence.

insanlar? insan k?lan ÅŸey, türe konulmuÅŸ özel biyolojik, toplumsal ve tarihsel s?n?rlamalar deÄŸil; onlara verilmiÅŸ Sonsuz'a ve Mutlak'a nüfuz etme olgusudur

Glory be to Him who veils Himself through His manifestation and manifests Himself through His veil!

Guidance," says Ibn Arabi, "is to be led to bewilderment. Then you will know that the whole affair is bewilderment, that bewilderment is agitation and movement, and movement is life. There is no rest, no death, only existence, nothing of nonexistence."55 So it continues for all eternity. In reality, it is this bewilderment that allows the Sufis to taste already in this world the never-ending bliss of paradise.

There are no "others". What appears to be "other than God" is in fact foam upon the Ocean, forms manifesting meanings, the Hidden Treasure displaying itself outwardly, sunlight upon a wall. All multiplicity is the manifestation of Unity. (p. 304)

Life might be cheap on Terra ... but living wasn't.

People weigh more after they die, or seem to, and it doesn't make sense. Life should have weight, and leave a body feeling lighter, like a canteen emptied of water.

The past above, the future below and the present pouring down: the roar, the roar of the present, a speech-- is, of necessity, my sole concern.

It's just a moment, we die every night.

The Wind Increases The harried earth is swept; the trees; the tulip's bright tips sidle and toss - Loose your love to flow - Blow! Good Christ, what is a poet - if any exists? A man whose words will bite their way home - being actual, having the form of motion at each twigtip upon the tortured body of thought; gripping the ground a way to the last leaftip.

Time passes and pisses on us all.

The reader knows himself as he was twenty years ago and he has also in mind a vision of what he would be, some day. Oh, some day! But the thing he never knows and never dares to know is what he is at the exact moment that he is. And this moment is the only thing in which I am at all interested. Ergo, who cares for anything I do? And what do I care?

all to no end save beauty the eternal –

and that beauty is related not to loveliness but to a state in which reality plays a part