coming or going, it is the same at times.
there is only one place where i want to be: in my heart.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
How wisdom grows
"In a sense, “civilized” people’s minds have become ignorant- we’ve ignored- the interdependent nature of reality as it actually exists."
https://creativesystemsthinking.wordpress.com/2014/02/14/how-wisdom-grows-educating-hearts-and-minds/
https://creativesystemsthinking.wordpress.com/2014/02/14/how-wisdom-grows-educating-hearts-and-minds/
Zen, Yoga, Gurdjieff- perspectives on inner work: Gentle into me
Zen, Yoga, Gurdjieff- perspectives on inner work: Gentle into me:
Gentle into me
The stillness of the stars
Waits for me where I cannot deny it,
After the day is done, the agitation
Filling me—released;
Into a sky that waits each night
For the end of things, the wrapping
Of frayed threads,
The hesitations of uncertainty.
There is a pause.
If light can pierce
The heavens, lasting long
Past the entanglements of living
Into greater moments,
That speak of elements;
If it falls straight into secrets
That I call my own, well then,
It can go anywhere:
Into the tips of fingers.
Into the heart itself,
And all its promises.
Each star goes gentle
Into me; and I the better for it.
What use this struggle?
Life is given.
Gentle into me
Waits for me where I cannot deny it,
After the day is done, the agitation
Filling me—released;
For the end of things, the wrapping
Of frayed threads,
The hesitations of uncertainty.
The heavens, lasting long
Past the entanglements of living
That speak of elements;
If it falls straight into secrets
That I call my own, well then,
Into the tips of fingers.
And all its promises.
Into me; and I the better for it.
What use this struggle?
Life is given.
Dag Hammarskjöld, excerpts from: Vägmärken (Markings)
“To have humility is to experience reality, not in relation to ourselves, but in its sacred independence. It is to see, judge, and act from the point of rest in ourselves. Then, how much disappears, and all that remains falls into place.
"In the point of rest at the center of our being, we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way. Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.”
“Is my contact with others anything more than a contact with reflections? Who or what can give me the power to transform the mirror into a doorway?”
Coldplay "Fix You" - 9/11 Tribute Movement
https://vigornotrigor.wordpress.com/2015/04/18/teach-students-to-care-about-others-instead-of-measuring-how-they-compare-to-each-other/
No Man is an Island
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
John Donne
No Man is an Island
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
John Donne
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