Quotes About Transcendence

Dónde van las cosas del sueño? Se van al sueño de otros?

A quién le puedo preguntar Qué vine a hacer en este mundo? Por qué me muevo sin querer, Por qué no puedo estar inmóvil? Por qué voy rodando sin ruedas, Volando sin alas ni plumas? Y qué me dio por trasmigrar Si viven en Chile mis huesos?

Quiero saltar al agua para caer al cielo. (Agua dormida)

Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta A quién le pregunto ahora?

I went up the stairs, I crossed the roads, trains carried me, waters brought me, and in the skin of the grapes I thought I touched you. The wood suddenly brought me your touch, the almond announced to me your secret softness, until your hands closed on my chest and there like two wings they ended their journey.

Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía. Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma, y te pareces a la palabra melancolía;

When you dance, do you feel desire? Do you feel as if you were summoning up a greater energy? When you dance, are there moments when you cease to be yourself?

Outside, beyond what is right and wrong, there exists a vast field. We will find each other there

To repeat a prayer-demand over and over again, whether mentally or out loud, with ever-deeper attention and devotion, spiritualizes the prayer; it changes conscious, concentrated repetition into superconscious experience.

Always remember that you belong to no one, and no one belongs to you. Reflect that some day you will suddenly have to leave everything in this world-so make the acquaintanceship of God

Ordinary love is selfish, darkly rooted in desires and satisfactions. Divine love is without condition, without boundary, without change. The flux of the human heart is gone forever at the transfixing touch of pure love." He added humbly, "If ever you find me falling from a state of God-realization, please promise to put my head on your lap and help to bring me back to the Cosmic Beloved we both worship.

A yogi who through perfect meditation has merged his consciousness with the Creator perceives the cosmical essence as light (vibrations of life energy); to him there is no difference between the light rays composing water and the light rays composing land. Free from matter-consciousness, free from the three dimensions of space and the fourth dimension of time, a master transfers his body of light with equal ease over or through the light rays of earth, water, fire and air.

Mind, nor intellect, nor ego, feeling; Sky nor earth nor metals am I. I am He, I am He, Blessed Spirit, I am He! No birth, no death, no caste have I; Father, mother, have I none. I am He, I am He, Blessed Spirit, I am He! Beyond the flights of fancy, formless am I, Permeating the limbs of all life; Bondage I do not fear; I am free, ever free, I am He, I am He, Blessed Spirit, I am He!

Noumenon beyond phenomena. Thought of the divine incorporeity

By ignoble whips of pain, man is driven at last into the Infinite Presence, whose beauty alone should lure him.

your experiences of the Divine in terms of love and devotion shall be translated into his terms of fathomless wisdom.

The divine realm extends to the earthly, but the latter, being illusory, cannot include the essence of reality.

kutastha (spiritual sight)?

During meditative concentration at the point between the eyebrows, the spiritual eye can be seen: a brilliant white star in the center, encased within a sphere of sapphire-blue light, encircled by a radiant golden aura. The golden light is the epitome of the vibratory sphere of the Holy Ghost; the blue light is the omnipresent Intelligence of the Christ Consciousness; the star is the mystic door into the Cosmic Consciousness of God the Father.

Woman,' he said, 'seek divine wealth, not the paltry tinsel of earth.

I will always find myself a prisoner to the divine sublimity of the Eucharist itself. (201)

I want to be lovely in death...

Nothing in all creation is so like God as silence.

Once a person has become detached from his possessions, his customary duties, his moments of solitude, where is he? What is he?