The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.

The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.

Only in quiet waters things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.

Only in quiet waters things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.

Simple people ... are very quick to see the live facts which are going on about them.

Simple people ... are very quick to see the live facts which are going on about them.

People believe I am what they see Me as, rather than what they do not see. But I am the read more

People believe I am what they see Me as, rather than what they do not see. But I am the Great Unseen, not what I cause Myself to be in any particular moment. In a sense, I am what I am not. It is from the Am-notness that I come, and to it I always return.

That which happens in life is not as important as how you accept it. Walter Brueggeman -Unknown.

That which happens in life is not as important as how you accept it. Walter Brueggeman -Unknown.

You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. -Ziggy.

You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. -Ziggy.

To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.

To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.

Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world. read more

Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world. -Hans Margolius.

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.