#transcendence

We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis. ↗

— LeeAnn Taylor

#become #becoming #being #butterflies #butterfly

SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY Early summer evenings, when the first stars come out, the warm glow of sunset still stains the rim of the western sky. Sometimes, the moon is also visible, a pale white slice, while the sun tarries. Just think -- all the celestial lights are present at the same time! These are moments of wonder -- see them and remember. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#evening #evenings #heaven #light #lights

How does the ordinary person come to the transcendent? For a start, I would say, study poetry. Learn how to read a poem. You need not have the experience to get the message, or at least some indication of the message. It may come gradually. (92) ↗

— Joseph Campbell

#transcendence #art

...he liked his transcendence out in plain sight where he could keep an eye on it -- say, in a nice stained-glass window -- not woven through the fabric of life like gold threads through a brocade. ↗

— Neal Stephenson

#age

What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands? ↗

— Aberjhani

#faith #heaven #hope #humanity #massacre

Consciousness is endless, from one incarnation to the next. It simply will and does manifest in other places and times, regardless of what becomes of the human race. ↗

— Zeena Schreck

#death-of-the-human-race #life-after-death #materialism-versus-spiritualism #reincarnation #transcendence

My head was dizzy, but what of that? Float, stupid wooden head, and care nothing for tomorrow. ↗

— Irfan Orga

#transcendence #family

I want to be a man of mountaintops: to scale the heights, achieve a sublime transcendence, and breathe in the thin air. Transcendence requires suffocation. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#suffocation #transcendence #funny

To recognize one's own insanity is, of course, the arising of sanity, the beginning of healing and transcendence. ↗

— Eckhart Tolle

#insanity #sanity #transcendence #life

For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love (who's imagined,therefore limitless) love's to giving as to keeping's give; as yes is to if,love is to yes ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#mystery #transcendence #imagination