Mysterious

Mysterious
Abel Tasman, New Zealand

Food for thought - quotes

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal. ~~~ Albert Pike

No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought;The final end of Nature's dance, I am it whom I have sought. ~~~ Sri Chinmoy

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace. ~~~ Jimi Hendrix (J.H.)


Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens ~~~ J.H.

Only when our hearts areempty of the things of the mind is there lovewithout separation, without fearthere is only lovethere is no you or me in this statethere is only a flame without smoke
-- *J. Krishnamurti

"Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability to live to light a heaven concious of his fleeting time here."
-# MJ Keenan #-

I believe all suffering is caused by ignorance. People inflict pain on others in the selfish pursuit of their happiness or satisfaction. Yet true happiness comes from a sense of peace and contentment, which in turn must be achieved through the cultivation of altruism, of love and compassion, and elimination of ignorance, selfishness, and greed.
- Dalai Lama

Science w/o religion is lameReligion w/o science is feable
~~~ Albert Einstein

What is needed is a realization that power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic. Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice, and justice at its best is power correcting everything that stands against love.
~~~ Martin Luther King Jr.

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant --Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind --
~~~Emily Dickinson


It's good to teach the world's fortunate people from time to time, if only to shame their pride for a single moment. Because there are higher forms of happiness than theirs, on a grander scale, and more delicate.......CVharles Baudelaire, Parisian Melancholia