He with body waged a fight But body won; it walks upright Then he struggled with the heart; Innocence and peace depart. Then he struggled with the mind; His proud heart he left behind. Now his wars on God begin; At stroke of midnight God shall win. ~William Butler Yeats
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He with body waged a fight But body won; it walks upright Then he struggled with the heart; Innocence and peace depart. Then he struggled with the mind; His proud heart he left behind. Now his wars on God begin; At stroke of midnight God shall win. ~William Butler Yeats
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Once again my own words fail me. Here are some from the Buddha. This is what should be done By one who is skilled in goodness, And who knows the path of peace: Let them be able and upright, Straightforward and gentle in speech. Humble and not conceited, Contented and easily satisfied. Unburdened with duties and frugal in their ways. Peaceful and calm, and wise and skillful,…
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Today, my own words fail me. Here are some from the Buddah This is what should be done By one who is skilled in goodness, And who knows the path of peace: Let them be able and upright, Straightforward and gentle in speech. Humble and not conceited, Contented and easily satisfied. Unburdened with duties and frugal in their ways. Peaceful and calm, and wise and skillful, Not proud and demanding…
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And an astronomer said, “Master, What of time?” And he answered: “You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness, And knows that yesterday is…
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I am in need of music that would flow, over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, with melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, of some song sung to rest the tired dead, A song to fall like water on my head. And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow! There is a magic made by melody: A spell of rest,…
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Time is a horse that moves with seven rays, with a thousand eyes, undecaying, who projects a manifold seed. Him the seers mount, illumined in mind. His wheels are all the worlds. Time moves seven wheels. He has seven mouths, whose center is immortal and undecaying. He anoints himself with all these worlds. He moves as the first of the Gods. A full vessel is set in time. May we…
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There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres A little way from every troubling town, A little way from factories, schools, laments, I would have time, I thought, and time to spare, With only streams and birds for company, To build out of my life a few wild stanzas, And then it came to me, that so was death, A…
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“Be strong then, and enter into your own body; there you have a solid place for your feet. Think about it carefully! Don’t go off somewhere else!”
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Let the mind be the mind. Behind its restless activity, just one layer deeper is stillness, and beneath even that, is an ocean of mystery and truth. Swim in this eternal sea until you know yourself to be infinity, and bring that knowing back into your day. Why struggle to be what you are already? Let the mind be the mind but don’t bind yourself to its limited reality. Trust…
