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No matter what someone says or does, the sun still shines.  

A thousand things to do or not to reach the goal: to do the work. Not right or wrong, but appropriate. This is the one who both knows and is part of all; doing what is needed.  

Shine as the sun, which burns and heals. Blow as the wind, which caresses and destroys. Bring water as rain, which gives life or floods. And see with the eyes of the All. Love is of the way and cure only it is applied as balm or salve, fire, steam, or a kiss, a wisp.  

Shine forth as the sun in all. 

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Would you rely upon the picture of a country to tell of it in full ? Would you rest upon a single radio station to tell you of music ? Then why depend upon the physical senses for more than their sphere ? As there are more movies and songs and stations, so too is there more sense, wider perception: of things the bodies and the mind; of truth the living heart. Breath connects.

Breath to breath; Heart to heart; Knowing comes — Action result of being in tune with knowing — Intent

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Most words indicate that which the mind has grasped of the finite portion of existence. But this finite portion is not reality, it is shadow or color, and depends upon our own condition, not upon the thing or condition or principle apprehended.  

Now mind, realizing that all did not come within its ken and finding that the greater portion of life is not intellectually understood, made use of the word "God" or of some similar word to describe the Pleroma — the All-Embracing, Living Fullness which is felt to be by the ignorant and known to be by the wise. This Divine feeling, which is the greatest intuition, through faith helps one greatly toward its realization

Taste now this Love of One — Its parts lead to ItSelf, oneself Become. Remember. Be

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By 20, you should be smart. By 30, you should be strong. By 40, you should be rich. By 50, you should be wise. But if you are smart, strong, rich and wise, you don't need any age limits.

— Santosh Kalwar

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Love has no culture, boundaries, race and religion. It is pure and beautiful like early morning sunrise falling in lake.

— Santosh Kalwar

Photo Courtesy and Copyright Olga Kulakov

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I'm pretty confessional in my creative life. I'm pretty candid and open about my preoccupations. I'm not going to reveal everything — that's pornography.

 — Sting

Photo Courtesy, and Copyright Lilia Tkachenko

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The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

— Mitch Albom

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To the singer, the dome of personality resounds the sound of thought, action, feeling, desire — felt more strongly than afar — just as the sound reverberates with the dome of the mouth and head.

Tuned to this it becomes more strongly perceived and sets the pattern which is felt by the singer. It is only when he or she finds the underlying resonance of the whole that it blends immediately and without reflection.

This ... is the heart ♥

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The successful person is one who has the ability to cling to falsehood and does not. She or He becomes master of all the energy and dominates the three worlds. Falsehoods are like castles built of sand, where great effort may go into their construction, but are washed away when Truth, like waves, meet them. Teachings or attitudes may last for years or thousands of years, like pyramids, but will eventually give way to Truth. That Which IS makes itself known and re — members upon and into IT AS. No thing stands in the way of this ocean and lasts. 

The sincere seeker places himself or herself within the current of absorption — willingly easing the way toward dissolution of self identification; gives way to the ocean of Being, Love, Peace, Truth ❧

All else a diversion, hindrance, temporary — lesser aspects, all lessons, pointing toward their source

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Photo Courtesy and Copyright Lilia Tkachenko

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...this is Love. I have my self-consciousness not in myself but in the other. I am satisfied and have peace with myself only in this other and I AM only because I have peace with myself; if I did not have it then I would be a contradiction that falls to pieces.

This other, because it likewise exists outside itself, has its self-consciousness only in me; and both the other and I are only this consciousness of being-outside-ourselves and of our identity; we are only this intuition, feeling, and knowledge of our unity.

This is Love, and without knowing that Love is both a distinguishing and the sublation of this distinction, one speaks emptily of it.

Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

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One; Photo Courtesy, and Copyright Paul Hlypenko

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The Otherworld does not supply the meaning of life. Rather, the Otherworld describes being alive. Life, in all its glory — warts and all, so to speak. The Otherworld provides meaning by example, by exhibition, by illustration if you will. ... Through the Otherworld we learn what it is be be alive, to be human: good and evil, heartbreak and ecstasy, victory and defeat, everything. ... where does one first learn loyalty? Or honor? Or any higher value, for that matter? ... Where does one learn to value the beauty of a forest and to revere it?' 

In nature?' 

Not at all. This can easily be proven by the fact that so many among us do not revere the forests at all - do not even see them, in fact. You know the people I am talking about. You have seen them and their works in the world. They are the ones who rape the land, who cut down forests and despoil oceans, who oppress the poor and tyrannize the helpless, who live their lives as if nothing lay beyond the horizon of their own limited earth-bound visions.

But I digress.

The question before us is this: where does one first learn to see a forest as a thing of beauty, to honor it, to hold it dear for its own sake, to recognize its true value as a forest, and not just see it as a source of timber to be exploited, or a barrier to be hacked down in order to make room for a motorway? ... the mere presence of the Otherworld kindles in us the spark of higher consciousness, or imagination.

It is the stories and tale and visions of the Otherworld — that magical, enchanted land just beyond the walls of the manifest world — which awaken and expand in human beings the very notion of beauty, of reverence, of love and nobility, and all the higher virtues. 

Stephen R. Lawhead

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Amorous seduction {a pure hypnotic moment} takes place before discourse and behind the proscenium of consciousness: the amorous "event" is of a hieratic order: it is my own local legend, my little sacred history that I declaim to myself, and this declamation of a fait accompli {frozen, embalmed, removed from any praxis} is the lover's discourse.

Roland Barthes

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Spring; Photo Courtesy, and Copyright Sergei Goloubenko

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It is my experience that the world itself has a role to play in our liberation. Its very pressures, pains, and risks can wake us up — release us from the bonds of ego and guide us home to our vast, true nature. For some of us, our love of the world is so passionate that we cannot ask it to wait until we are enlightened.

Joanna Macy

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Photo Courtesy, and Copyright Kokinsky Sergey

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I wept in Love and made all weep with me;  mourned in Love and pierced the hearts of men; And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes

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Exode; Photo Courtesy and Copyright Nikolai Titov

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From the body of Love comes reciprocity; from the heart of Love comes beneficence; and from the soul of Love is born renunciation

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Photo Courtesy and Copyright Alexander Belyaev

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The best thing to do is to loosen my grip on my pen and let it go wandering about until it finds an entrance. There must be one – everything depends on the circumstances, a rule applicable as much to literary style as to life. Each word tugs another one along, one idea another, and that is how books, governments and revolutions are made – some even say that is how Nature created her species.

Machado de Assis

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Style is the answer to everything. 

A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing 

To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it 

To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art 

Bullfighting can be an art 

Boxing can be an art 

Loving can be an art 

Opening a can of sardines can be an art 

Not many have style 

Not many can keep style 

I have seen dogs with more style than men, 

although not many dogs have style. 

Cats have it with abundance. 

When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun, 

that was style. 

Or sometimes people give you style 

Joan of Arc had style 

John the Baptist 

Jesus 

Socrates 

Caesar 

García Lorca. 

I have met men in jail with style. 

I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail. 

Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done. 

Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, 

or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.

Charles Bukowski

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Impromptu; Photo Courtesy and Copyright Ludmila Ng