Quotes About Transcendence

Estaba en la plenitud de la exaltación. El mundo yacía bajo sus pies, hecho de música y flores; y el volaba muy por encima, a través de un crepúsculo de pura delicia.

Ah, yet would God this flesh of mine might beWhere air might wash and long leaves cover me;Where tides of grass break into foam of flowers,Or where the wind's feet shine along the sea.

For till thunder in the trumoet be, Soul may divide from body but not we One from another

From too much love of living From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light: Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor wintry leaves nor vernal, Nor days nor things diurnal; Only the sleep eternal In an eternal night.

I would give anything to taste. To taste just dust. Because now that I'm nearly gone, I'm more here than I ever was. Now that I'm nothing but air, all I want is to breathe it. Now that I'm silent forever, haha, it's all words words words with me. Now that I can't just reach out and touch, it's all I want, is to.

Death alone gives meaning to life, and you will never fully live until you know you must die. And make your peace with that knowledge.

Abolish these categories of pain (or is it love) Let it all be one pain Pain swallows itself, dies like a star.

I went to a place like another planet where I felt good without wanting something.

I have just transcended my epoch; I am alive outside written memory.

It is outside time that you heal. Walk with me outside time.

Have I come from another world to inhabit this body of mine?

Evaporated I've never been there.

If I drop both swords and rip off the blindfold, I still can't leave, for I can't leave this world except internally.

up we ascend past the constellations of dawn

I saw you come to me as if you were a god

Death is beautiful the way you are

You must know that you're always dead . . .

I have made myself different eyes, to see down the infinite alleyways the universe dissolves into, at each ecstatic footfall

I'm the being who isn't planetary; we have traveled beyond our world, to sit in a paper forest lit by jewel-light.

you kill me, but here I'll be, dis- passionate, outside time.

One might sense gods everywhere, even within one's own self. What if I am I but penetrated by divinities?

And so he goes on dwindling away maybe through too much prayer is now too rarefied to touch or settle anywhere

and working with the same bewitched slightly off-hand look as the sea

Three people in the snow getting rid of themselves breath by breath