Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours (II 10)
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Octavio Paz
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Love is one of the clearest examples of that double instinct
which causes us to dig deeper into our own selves
and, at the same time, to emerge from ourselves and to realize ourselves in another:
death and re-creation, solitude and communion.
Luis Cardoza y Aragón
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There is no motion, feeling, or idea that is not created or propelled by death’s vital passion: infinite love of life and its goodness. When for reasons of inertia, fatigue, or mere forgetfulness I disregard my passion, I am really dead.
USA. 1955. California, by Elliott Erwitt
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The Rose~Bette Midler
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Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed
That with the sun’s love
In the spring
Becomes the rose
Jeff Brown
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Perhaps this is why it’s so very difficult to lose a soul-mate. You don’t just lose your companion. You don’t just lose your friend. You don’t just lose your lover. You lose your portal to divinity. You lose your gateway to God. You lose the whole bloody universe.
And then you find it again. In your heartbreak. In your healing. In the learning of the lesson that expands you. In the strengthening and re-birth of your willingness. In the re-opening to the possibility of love.
Every path is a return to God. We just have to remember to open our hearts again, and again…
Sappho
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Love shook my heart
Like the wind on the mountain
rushing over the oak trees.
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Ibn ’ Arabi
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I follow the Way of Love, and where love’s caravan takes its path, there is my Faith.
Ken Wilber, Integral Psychology
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…looking deep within the mind, in the very most interior part of the self, when the mind becomes very, very quiet, and one listens very carefully, in that infinite Silence, the soul begins to whisper, and its feather-soft voice takes one far beyond what the mind could ever imagine, beyond anything rationality could possibly tolerate, beyond anything logic can endure. In its gentle whisperings, there are the faintest hits of infinite love, glimmers of a life that time forgot, flashes of a bliss that must not be mentioned, an infinite intersection where the mysteries of eternity breathe life into mortal time, where suffering and pain have forgotten how to pronounce their own names, the secret quiet intersection of time and the very timeless, an intersection called the soul.
Rumi
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Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
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