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yes, there is a nirvana; it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your ..poe
we choose our joys and our sorrows long before we experiehe
sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
wheher your joy or your sorrow bees great the world bees sll.
desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.
the bitterest thing in our todays sorrow is the ry of our yesterday&a;a;lt;bdo&a;a;gt;..&a;a;lt;/bdo&a;a;gt;s joy.
they say to , &a;a;a;quot;you st needs choose between the pleasures of this world and the peace of theworld.&a;a;a;quot;
and i say to the &a;a;a;quot;i have chosen both the delights of this world and the peace of the . for i know inheart that the supre poet wrote but one poe and it ss perfectly, and it also rhys perfectly.&a;a;a;quot;
faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.
when you reach your height you shall desire but only for desire; and you shall hunger, for hunger; and you shall thirst freater thirst.
if you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not bla the wind for revealing theto the trees.
the flowers of spring are winters drea related at the breakfast table of the angels.
said a skunk to a tube-rose, &a;a;a;quot;see how swiftly i run, while you ot walk nor even creep.&a;a;a;quot;
said the tube-rose to the skunk, &a;a;a;quot;oh, st noble swift runner, please run swiftly!&a;a;a;quot;
turtlestell re about roads than hares.
strahat creatures without baes have the hardest shells.
the st talkative is the least intelligent, and th&a;a;lt;dfn&a;a;gt;.99lib.&a;a;lt;/dfn&a;a;gt;ere is hardly a differeween an orator and an aueer.
be grateful that you do not have to live down the renown of a father nor the wealth of an uncle.
but above all be grateful that no one will have to live dowher your renown or your wealth.
only when a juggler sses catg his ball does he appeal to .
the envious praisesunknowingly.
long were you a dreain your thers sleep, and then she woke to give you birth.
the gerof the race is in your thers longing.
my father and ther desired a child and they begot .
and i wanted a ther and a father and i begot night and the sea.
so of our children are our justifications and so are but rets.
when night es and you too are dark, lie down and be dark with a will.
and when es and you are still dark stand up and say to the day with a will, &a;a;a;quot;i astill dark.&a;a;a;quot;
it is stupid to play a role with the night and the day.
they would both laugh at you.
the untain veiled in st is not a hill; an oak tree in the rain is not a weeping willow.
behold here is a paradox; the deep and high are o one ahan the d-level to either.
when i stood a clear rror before you, you gazed intoand saw your ige.
then you said, &a;a;a;quot;i love you.&a;a;a;quot&a;a;lt;var&a;a;gt;&a;a;lt;/var&a;a;gt;;
but in truth you loved yourself in .
when you enjoy loving your neighbour it ceases to be a virtue.
love which is not always springing is always dying.
you ot have youth and the knowledge of it at the sa ti;
for youth is too busy living to know, and knowledge is too busy seeking itself to live. you y sit at your window watg the passers-by. and watg you y see a nun walking toward yht hand, and a prostitute toward your left hand.
and you y say in your innoce, &a;a;a;quot;how noble is the one and how ignoble is the other.&a;a;a;quot;
but should you close your eyes and listen awhile you would hear a voice whispering iher, &a;a;a;quot;one seeksin prayer, and the other in pain. and in the spirit of each there is a bower forspirit.&a;a;a;quot;
once every hundred years jesus of nazareth ets jesus of the christian in a garden ang the hills of lebanon. and they talk long; and each ti jesus of nazareth goes away saying to jesus of the christian, &a;a;a;quot;my friend, i fear we shall never, never agree.&a;a;a;quot;
may god feed the over-abundant!
a great n has two hearts; one bleeds and the other forbears.
should oell a lie which does not hurt you nor anyone else, why not say in your heart that the house of his facts is too sll for his fancies, and he had to leave it for larger space?
behind every closed door is a stery sealed with seven seals.
waiting is the hoofs of ti.
what if trouble should be a new window in the eastern wall of your house?
you y fet the oh whoyou have laughed, but he oh whoyou have wept.
there st be sothin&a;a;lt;rk&a;a;gt;&a;a;lt;/rk&a;a;gt;g strangely sacred in salt. it is in our tears and in the sea.
od in his gracious thirst will drink us all, the dewdrop and the tear.
you are but a fragnt of yiant self, a uth that seeks bread, and a blind hand that holds the cup for a thirsty uth.
if you would rise but a cubit above rad try and self you would indeed bee godlike.
if i were you i would not find fault with the sea at low tide.
it is a good ship and our captain is able; it is only your stoch that is in disorder.
should you sit upon a cloud you would not see the boundary liweery and another, nor the boundary stoween a farand a far
it is a pity you ot sit upon a cloud.
seveuries ago seven white doves rose froa deep valley flying to the snow-white suit of the untain. one of the seven n who watched the flight said, &a;a;a;quot;i see a black spot on the wing of the seventh dove.&a;a;a;quot;
today the people in that valley tell of seven black doves who flew to the suit of the snowy untain.
iu i gathered allsorrows and buried theingarden.
and when april returned and spring ca to wed the earth, there grew ingardeiful flowers unlike all other flowers.
andneighbours ca to behold the and they all said to , &a;a;a;quot;when autu es again, at seeding ti, will you not give us of the seeds of these flowers that we y have thein ardens?&a;a;a;quot;
it is indeed sery if i stret ety hand to n and receive nothing; but it is hopelessness if i stretch a full hand and find o receive.
i long for eternity because there i shall etunwritten poe andunpainted pictures.
art is a step fronature toward the infinite.
a work of art is a st carved into an ige.
even the hands that ke s of thorns are better than idle hands.
our st sacred tears never seek our eyes.
every n is the desdant of every king and every slave that ever lived.
if the great-grandfather of jesus had known what was hidden within hi would he not have stood in awe of hielf?
was the love of judas ther of her sohan the love of mary for jesus?
there are three racles of our brother jesus not yet rded in the book: the first that he was a n like you ahe sed that he had a sense of huur, and the third that he knew he was a queror though quered.
crucified one, you are crucified uponheart; and the nails that pierce your hands pierce the walls ofheart.
and torrow when a stranger passes by this golgotha he will not know that two bled here.
he will deeit the blood of one n.
you y have heard of the blessed mountain.
it is the highest untain in our world.
should you reach the suit you would have only one desire, and that to desd ah those who dwell in the deepest valley.
that is why it is called the blessed mountain.
every thought i have irisoned in expression i st free bydeeds.
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