Quotes About Creation

Life is an ever-emerging creative process. Our thoughts, beliefs, assumptions, choices, actions, and words are the tools we use to invent our experiences and our circumstances.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thought. With our thoughts we make the world. —The Dhammapada

Most of us are living as though life were happening to us rather than through us. We are not present to the fact that we are constantly generating our lives, as though they were great works of art. The tools we are given from which to create are our thoughts, beliefs, assumptions, actions, decisions, and words. Love is letting go of fear. —Gerald Jampolsky

THE WORLD IS made of patterns. The rings of a tree. The raindrops on the dusty ground. The path the sun follows from morning to dusk.

Genesis 1:1–2 says, 'In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth, . . . and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.' Think of Genesis 1:2 like this: 'Shalom hovered over the chaos.

shalom really means God's perfection. Shalom encompasses all the characteristics of God—His righteousness, His justice, His unfailing love, His forgiveness, His holiness, and yes, His peace as well. Shalom is everything that is inherent in the one God and everything He planned for those He created.

My job as a writer is simple. Write a book I'm proud of, and present it as a gift to the world. Some will love it. Some will hate it. That's the nature of art.

deeper apprehension of reality and this critical mass becomes the determining factor in the further progression, the further evolution of humanity. In this way, human consciousness participates in or co-creates evolution. It would appear, in this metabiological evolution, that the universe has chosen us to be vehicles of further creation. In the great vision of Teilhard de Chardin, growth in the individual human consciousness is the arena of cosmic evolution.

There is necessary beauty in the world, I understand this. Beauty to attract mates, to attract prey, to attract pollinators. But so much of beauty seems to be bycatch, "unnecessary beauty," waste products of essential processes. The opalescence of the inside of an oyster shell, a rainbow around the moon, a baby's dreaming smile. Profligate beauty is a mystery to me. Sing praises.

It is a heartache, honestly, to be so shunned. I have never understood why a creator god would go to so much trouble to separate one thing from another—the light from the darkness, waters that were under the firmament from waters that were above, the seas from the dry land, and worst of all, humankind from the fishes of the sea and the birds of the air and every creeping thing.

The stars remind us every night that we have the opportunity to create heaven on earth. from The Expected One

The pure perfect truth of life is that we are here to create heaven on earth, to bring the perfection of what is above down to us, and in doing so to become transformed as human being into something great and beautiful.

do the same. It is through living this prayer that men and women will create heaven on earth. It is through this prayer that they will live as love expressed. Love Conquers All. For those with ears to hear, let them hear it. THE PRAYER OF THE SIX-PETALED ROSE, FROM THE BOOK OF LOVE, AS PRESERVED IN THE LIBRO ROSSO

Whiteness of moonlight builds a house that is not there

the beginning and the end of time. These are the same thing, as everybody knows who came into this universe via a wormhole.

I have to write. It's not an option. When I write, I am literally building myself a place in which to live. Once I'm firmly established within the narrative I pop awake in the morning and it's the first thing I think about. Not in an analytical way, as in "Oh, I haven't really reached the crisis point and it's already page 200—I'd better work on that." It's very much just running towards and into the place I most want to be.

Some people pursue happiness, others create it.

It's possible to name everything and to destroy the world.

I have become interested in languages which I cannot make up, which I cannot create or even create in: I have become interested in languages which I can only come up upon (as I disappear), a pirate upon buried treasure. The dreamer, the dreaming, the dream. I call these languages, languages of the body.

One became a woman in an act of making up that was, incongruously, inherent to feminine nature.

It seemed the architect couldn't stop until he'd incorporated

manufactured

One thing we've learned this summer is that a house is not an end in itself, any more than "home" is just one geographic location where things feel safe and familiar. Home can be anyplace in which we create our own sense of rest and peace as we tend to the spaces in which we eat and sleep and play. It is a place that we create and re-create in every moment, at every stage of our lives, a place where the plain and common becomes cherished and the ordinary becomes sacred.

We raised God ourselves so we must kill each other. (heart)