Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place
i’m just a dreamer, i dream my life away (today)
i’m just a dreamer, who dreams of better days (okay)
i’m just a dreamer, who’s searching for the way (today)
i’m just a dreamer, dreaming my life away (oh yeah yeah yeah)
There is another world, the astral, hidden behind this universe. Its inhabitants are garbed in an astral form made of light. Lacking a physical body, they are “ghosts,” invisible to us . . .
we are ghosts
we are ghosts amongst these hills
from the trees of velvet green
to the ground beneath our feet
we are ghosts
we are ghosts amongst these hills
pressing out along the shore
pressing out along the shore
Beginning with the early dawn of each day, I will radiate joy to everyone I meet. I will be mental sunshine for all who cross my path. Before the unfailing light of my cheer, darkness will take flight.
i can’t make the hills
the system is shot
i’m living on pills
for which i thank g-d
i followed the course
from chaos to art
desire the horse
depression the cart
i sailed like a swan
i sank like a rock
but time is long gone
past my laughing stock
my page was too white
my ink was too thin
the day wouldn’t write
what the night pencilled in
Be as simple as you can be; you will be astonished to see how uncomplicated and happy your life can become.
one of these days,
i’m gonna sit down and write a long letter
to all the good friends i’ve known
one of these days, one of these days, one of these days,
and it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
The heart-quieted yogi in superconsciousness becomes able to see visions and great lights; to hear astral sounds; and to become identified with a vast dimly lighted space—alive with glimpses of beauties hitherto unknown.
beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
the unborn grass lies waiting
for its coat to turn to green the snowbird sings the song he always sings
and speaks to me of flowers
that will bloom again in spring
Love gives without expecting anything in return. I never think of anyone in terms of what he can do for me. And I never profess love to someone because he has done something for me. If I didn’t actually feel love, I wouldn’t pretend to give it; and since I feel it, I give it. Love cannot be had for the asking; it comes only as a gift from the heart of another. Be certain of your feeling before you say to anyone, ‘I love you’. Once you give your love, it must be forever. Not because you want to be near that person, but because you want perfection for that soul. To wish for perfection for the loved one, and to feel pure joy in thinking of that soul, is divine love; and that is the love of true friendship.
but i’ve got a horse out in the country
i get to see him every second sunday
he comes when i call him,
yeah, he knows his name
one day i’ll saddle up
and the two of us will ride away
Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.
did she run away
because somebody didn’t treat her right?
did they leave her out in the cold night air
too lonely night? a big black dog
big black dogs, they’re everywhere
looking for a home, they’re hungry and scared
all they need is food and attention
to give back love, sometimes redemption of sin
you could find them here in a big black dog
When we learn to stop and be truly alive in the present moment, we are in touch with what’s going on within and around us. We aren’t carried away by the past, the future, our thinking, ideas, emotions, and projects. Often we think that our ideas about things are the reality of that thing. Our notion of the Buddha may just be an idea and may be far from reality. The Buddha outside ourselves was a human being who was born, lived, and died. For us to seek such a Buddha would be to seek a shadow, a ghost Buddha, and at some point our idea of Buddha would become an obstacle for us.
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