Quotes About Awareness

Hardly anybody recognizes the most significant moments of their life at the time they happen.

In these days when anything goes in literature, movies, and even TV, to think there are some places so isolated, so backward, so ill-informed as to what's going on in the world

I try to hear you remembering that we are not separate to find you who cannot be lost or elsewhere or incomplete

where will the meanings be when the words are forgotten will I see again where you are

I will take with me the emptiness of my hands. What you do not have you find everywhere

Going too fast for myself I missed more than I think I can remember almost everything it seems sometimes and yet there are chances that come back that I did not notice when they stood where I could have reached out and touched them

and I was looking up out of a time of late blessings

I turned to the room and in the light from the street beheld one beautiful bare breast of a friend's friend gently rising and falling as though I were not there already not there

To remember Is not to rehearse, but to hear what never Has fallen silent.

even there a shining is flowing from all the stones though the eyes are not yet made that can see it

How It Happens" The sky said I am watching to see what you can make out of nothing I was looking up and I said I thought you were supposed to be doing that the sky said Many are clinging to that I am giving you a chance I was looking up and I said I am the only chance I have then the sky did not answer and here we are with our names for the days the vast days that do not listen to us

we know from the beginning that the darkness is beyond us there is no explaining the dark it is only the light that we keep feeling a need to account for

How long ago the day is when at last I look at it with the time it has taken to be there still in it

all I did not know went on beginning around me I had thought it would come later but it had been waiting

I do not think I am fond, Father, Of the way in which always before he listens He prepares himself by listening. It is Unequal, Father, like the reason For which the wheel turns, though there is no wheel.

Waking Hanging upward into the rushing summer Calling -- Everything is The answer Too fast --

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

we travel far and fast and as we pass through we forget where we have been

O nobly born…. Be not daunted…nor terrified, nor awed. That is the radiance of thine own nature. Recognize it.

He unscrewed the lid, set it on the dash, snorted from the bottle twice, banged the steering wheel, and said, 'You got to be ready to die every day - then you got a chance.'

The joy is in the journey, not the destination. We have a better chance of seeing where we are when we stop trying to get somewhere else.

Art is not arbitrary. A fine painting is not there by accident; it is not arrived at by chance. We are sensitive to tonalities.

We were raised with the idea that we had limitless chances and we got very shocked to learn that wasn't the case.