Quotes About Transcendence

I felt what the 19th century romantics must have felt: The extension of the soul into the realm of nature.

So these posed sheets, before they thin to nothing, Speak in sign language of a lost otherworld, A world we lose by merely waking up.

Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

On a wonderful thing—Six round black hats in the grass and a lozenge of wood, And a naked mouth, red and awkward. For a minute the sky pours into the hole like plasma.

Las letras surgen de estas teclas negras, y estas teclas negras Surgen de mis dedos alfabéticos, ordenando partes, Partes, pedazos, piezas, múltiplos brillantes. Aquí, cada vez que me siento, muero. Pierdo una dimensión.

Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free. The box is only temporary.

Or music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.

To believe in the supernatural is not simply to believe that after living a successful, material, and fairly virtuous life here one will continue to exist in the best-possible substitute for this world, or that after living a starved and stunted life here one will be compensated with all the good things one has gone without: it is to believe that the supernatural is the greatest reality here and now.

And what you thought you came for is only a shell, a husk of meaning from which the purpose breaks only when it is fulfilled if at all. Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end you figured And is altered in fulfillment.

Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing

music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.

Quick now, here, now, always- A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one.

We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is

the communication/of the dead is tongued with fire beyond/the language of the living--The Little Gidding

I was neither living nor dead, and I knew nothing

Pareva a me che nube ne coprisse lucida, spessa, solida e polita, quasi adamante che lo sol ferisse. Per entro sè l'eterna margarita ne recepette, com'acqua recepe raggio di luce, permanendo unita. "Meseemed a cloud enveloped us, shining, dense, firm and polished, like diamond smitten by the sun. Within itself the eternal pearl received us, as water doth receive a ray of light, though still itself uncleft".

I am tired with my own life and the lives of those after me, I am dying in my own death and the deaths of those after me. Let thy servant depart, Having seen thy salvation.

We die with the dying; see they return and bring us with them.

Piercing My Hearte there is A Golden Dagger; That is God Piercing God's Hearte there is a Golden Needle; That is me

Enlightenment, and the death which comes before it, is the primary business of Varanasi.

He, with his hair like the earliest sunrise, his fair complexion, his eyes gilded by lashes longer than their own, was like a being from another world.

And it now occurred to me that maybe the whole point was, in fact, to lose yourself. But not in the sense of confusion--in the sense of connection to something bigger than yourself...Getting lost to be found.

Four eyes full of gleams and radiance beneath their lashes, filling the looking-glass. Questions shooting out and then hiding again. I don't know: Gleams and radiance, gleaming from you to me, from me to you, and from me to you alone—into the mirror and out again, and never an answer about what this is, never an explanation.