If one cannot catch the bird of paradise, better take a wet hen.

If one cannot catch the bird of paradise, better take a wet hen.

Paradise is exactly like where you are right now... only much, much better.

Paradise is exactly like where you are right now... only much, much better.

Paradise is to be the ultimate instrument, fulfilling God's desperate intent that we love each other. The music people . read more

Paradise is to be the ultimate instrument, fulfilling God's desperate intent that we love each other. The music people . . . they give thanks for the gift and reflect the love.

Paradise can be found on the back of horses, in books and between the breasts of women.

Paradise can be found on the back of horses, in books and between the breasts of women.

A book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou
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A book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
On, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

In the nine heavens are eight Paradises;
Where is the ninth one? In the human breast.
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In the nine heavens are eight Paradises;
Where is the ninth one? In the human breast.
Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises,
But blessedness dwells in the human breast.

Not one or two, Subhuti, not one or two, but all the beings - men, women, animals, birds, trees, rocks. read more

Not one or two, Subhuti, not one or two, but all the beings - men, women, animals, birds, trees, rocks. All the beings in the world. One should create such a determination that `I will lead all of them into nirvana'.

Someone who has set out in the vehicle of a Bodhisattva should decide that `I must lead all the beings read more

Someone who has set out in the vehicle of a Bodhisattva should decide that `I must lead all the beings to nirvana, into that realm of nirvana which leaves nothing behind'. What is this realm of nirvana which leaves nothing behind ?

The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the read more

The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are open paradise.