Quotes About Transcendence

It seems as though the voice of man Will never sound in this place, But only wind from age of stone Is knocking on black gates. It seems to me that I alone Have kept good health under this sky, Because of this, that first I sought To drink the deadly wine. Parting, Evening and slanting, Downward goes my way. Yesterday in love still, "Don't forget" you prayed. Now there's only shepherds' Cry, and glancing winds, And the worried cedars Stand by clear springs.

To write incorporeal poems, almost without words. To approximate the impossible, where art disappears and the Word becomes.

I have hands full of this radiance. It flows through my fingers. It doesn't diminish.

We create eternity out of crumbs of time.

At this still hour the self-collected soul Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there Of high descent, and more than mortal rank; An embryo God; a spark of fire divine, Which must burn on for ages, when the sun (Fair transitory creature of a day!) Has clos'd his golden eye, and wrapt in shades Forgets his wonted journey thro' the east.

Whether it was true or not, it eased his heart to think there was something beyond the physical plane, something that felt benevolent toward humans, because the gods knew there wasn't much on the physical plane that felt benevolent toward them.

My job is to transcend my own agenda in order to see the wider context and my job is to cultivate the kind of spaciousness where permission is possible. I try to create the room in which everyone is both participating and responsible.

LIII. What is the holiness of conversation? It is to master death.

I am something supernatural not exactly god, ghost, spirit, angel, principle or element – There is no term for it in English.

When an ecstatic is asked the question, What is it that love dares the self to do? she will answer: Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.

I've come to understand the best one can hope for as a human is to have a relationship with the space where God would be if God were available, but God isn't.

The mountains are so beautiful they make me ache inside because the moment I look away I know I shall need to see them again. And I cannot spend the rest of my life standing on the spot staring at shifting sunlight and mist and shadows across the sea.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

I am God, la de dah.

The metaphors that Sumnun the Lover used to express the ineffable experience of this love, of which he was only a fragile vessel, are not taken from the vocabulary of worldly love. Rather, they are perfectly chaste, lucid, almost immaterial: "I have separated my heart from this world— My heart and Thou are not separate. And when slumber closes my eyes, I find Thee between the eye and the lid." (A 10:310)

This world is full of forms that are illusory, and the values are all wrong, the proportions are out of focus. The things which a man of the world thinks valuable, a spiritual man must cast aside as worthless.

Even the outer God must hide, ere the Inner God can manifest; the cry of agony of the Crucified must be wrung from the tortured lips; "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?" precedes the realisation of the God within.

Más que todo, ahora querría captar la luz que baña rostros ya invisibles, manteles cargados de comida desvanecida, esa luz que estaba ya ahí en los relatos de los domingos de infancia y que no ha dejado de posarse sobre las cosas vividas inmediatamente, una luz anterior. Salvar algo del tiempo en el que ya no estaremos nunca más

Tout ce qui se chantait en anglais était nimbé d'une mystérieuse beauté. Dream, love, heart, des mots purs, sans usage pratique, qui donnaient le sentiment d'un au-delà.

Devotion is a spiritual act of egoless surrender. When the Self blinds the spirit too tightly, then devotion expands the blinding by lifting us beyond ourselves. We get the powerful lesson that the Self survives even without constant attention.

The prophet and the martyr do not see the hooting throng. Their eyes are fixed on the eternities.

It could be that people just want to be connected to something that's bigger than they are that can't be proven. I don't know, I don't think that's it.

BAKKHAI : Holiness is a word I love to hear, it sounds like wings to me, wings brushing the world, grazing my life.

Death cannot be what Life is, Child; the cup Of Death is empty, and Life hath always hope.