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Thursday, July 26, 2007

Spiritual Gold

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God is the only gold you need search for
Opulent and dazzling, overflowing with wisdom
Burrow gently into the depths of your heart
The Golden God wishes you to find Him
He waits uncomplainingly for that moment
For the moment for you to realise
that all on the outside of you is temporal
And that which is on the inside of you is eternal

When will you mine for your Gold?

Gold! gold! in all ages the curse of mankind,
Thy fetters are forged for the soul and the mind.
The limbs may be free as the wings of a bird,
And the mind be the slave of a look and a word.
To gain thee men barter eternity's crown,
Yield honour, affection, and lasting renown. - Park Benjamin
Gold hath no lustre of its own. It shines by temperate use alone. - Saint Francis of Assisi
Do not believe anythingbecause it is said by an authority,or if it is said to come from angels,or from Gods,or from an inspired source.
Believe it only if you have explored itin your own heartand mind and bodyand found it to be true.
Guatama Buddha
"Even after all this time the sun never says to the Earth,"You owe me."Look what happens with a love like that;it lights the whole sky.

Monday, July 23, 2007

The dance of Love

Photographed and special effects by trinitystar

The breeze gently blows
It will steal a kiss from the blushing rose
“You must have heard my longing”
She whispers to the breeze
A chance
A glance
Our eyes meet
Two hearts beating, pulsating
Harmonic vibrations
Beingness knows no time
The clock stops
Two infinite Beings
Hearts spiralling into a star filled night
Trembling into the greatness of the Universe
Two sacred droplets of Divine Love
Commence the Dance of Love
As if two suns merge and burst into life as one
The wonderment
The passion,
Real love

The finest emotion of which we are capable is the mystic emotion. Herein lies the germ of all art and all true science. Anyone to whom this feeling is alien, who is no longer capable of wonderment and lives in a state of fear is a dead man. To know t” Einstein.

That creates the magic, and that's the wonderment of the musical process and how precious that is.

I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care, I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I'm not supposed to wonder where you are or what you do...I'm sorry I can't help myself, I'm in love with you.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.