Quotes About Transcendence

I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

Music is truthful… Music attracts the angels in the universe.

I will beg, will take to my knees, will listen to snow stroking air, a sky of gasps, will open my mouth, swallow, somewhere else the sky is falling, somewhere else it gets back up.

We're all the same, and none of us are in this world for all that long. We must learn to love and respect each other and understand there is a greater power driving the bus. We're only passengers. Our job is the enjoy the ride!

Whenever I see grace, I'm moved.

Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.

While we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another one.

Nije život što i polje pre?i...

To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!

Naj ti bo vše? ali ne, pošiljam ti poljub in ne moreš ga vstaviti, ker v tem trenutku ves prosojen in lahkoten že leti preko oceana.

He cannot be seen, neither above, nor across, nor in the middle. He is beyond grasp. There is no image that is true to His from. His name is glory itself. Svetasvatara Upanishad - Chapt 4 - 19

sweetmeat. One moment he enjoys a spiritual mood, and the next moment he is beside himself with the pleasure of 'woman and gold'.

He is within and without: He lives in the live and the lifeless: Subtle beyond mind's grasp; so near to us, so utterly distant: Undivided, He seems to divide into objects and creatures; Send creation forth from Himself, He upholds and withdraws it; Light of all lights, He abides beyond our ignorant darkness; Knowledge, the one thing real we may study or know, the heart's dweller.

Mantra is a spiritual guide which dispels the fear of death and leads one fearlessly to the other shore of life.

The abundance Jesus offers is a spiritual abundance that transcends circumstances, like income, health, living conditions, and even death. The abundant life is eternal.

I BELIEVE in the Other Side and the eternity of the soul.

When you die, you will be spoken of as those in the sky, like the stars.—Yurok

There is no death, only a change of worlds. –Duwamish

I shut my eyes, and the music broke over me like a rainstorm.

Speak in sign language of a lost otherworld, A world we lose by merely waking up.

Sheep In Fog The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line of breath. O slow Horse the colour of rust, Hooves, dolorous bells ---- All morning the Morning has been blackening, A flower left out. My bones hold a stillness, the far Fields melt my heart. They threaten To let me through to a heaven Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

No podía apartar los ojos del alfiler. Una gran luz blanca parecía desprenderse de él, iluminando la habitación. Luego la luz se retiraba hacia su propio interior dejando una gota de rocío sobre un campo de oro.

Every so often a beam of light appeared out of thin air, traversed the wall like a ghostly, exploratory finger, and slid off into nothing again.

Every world crowns its own kings, laurels it own gods. A Hans Anderson book cover opens its worlds: the snowqueen, bluewhite as ice, flies in a sleigh through her snow-thick air: our hearts are ice. Always: sludge, offal, shit against palaces of diamond. That man could dream god and heaven: how mud labors. We burn in our own fire.