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There is a magic in that little word, home; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and virtues never known beyond its hallowed limits.

Robert Southey

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Everything is waiting for you

David Whyte

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‘People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. They will practise Indian yoga and all its exercises, observe a strict regimen of diet, learn the literature of the world - all because they cannot get on with themselves and have not the slightest faith that anything useful could ever come out of their own souls. Thus the soul has gradually been turned into a Nazareth from which nothing good can come. Therefore let us fetch it from the four corners of the earth - the more far-fetched and bizarre it is the better!’

Carl Jung

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‘...But it is worth man’s while to take pains with himself, and he has something in his own soul that can grow. It is rewarding to watch patiently the silent happenings in the soul...’

Carl Jung

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‘I did not attribute a religious function to the soul, I merely produced the facts which prove that the soul is naturaliter religiosa, i.e., possesses a religious function. I did not invent or insinuate this function, it produces itself of its own accord without being prompted thereto by any opinions or suggestions of mine. With a truly tragic delusion theologians fail to see that it is not a matter of proving the existence of the light, but of blind people who do not know that their eyes could see. It is high time that we realized that it is pointless to praise the light and preach it if nobody can see it. It is much more needful to teach people the art of seeing. For it is obvious that far too many people are incapable of establishing a connection between the sacred figures and their own psyche: they cannot see to what extent the equivalent images are lying dormant in their own unconscious. In order to facilitate this inner vision we must first clear the way for the faculty of seeing...’

Carl Jung

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The Garment

When a man is busy in earnest, he is unconscious of his pain. I mention this insensibility to pain so that you may know how the body resembles a garment. Go, seek the one who wears it; don’t kiss a piece of cloth.

Mathnawi III, 1610

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The important question is not, what will yield man a few scattered pleasures, but what will render his life happy on the whole amount.

Joseph Addison 

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With us

Even if you’re not a seeker,

still, follow us, keep searching with us.

Even if you don’t know how

to play and sing,

you’ll become like us;

with us you’ll start singing and dancing.

Even if you are Qarun, the richest of kings,

when you fall in love,

you’ll become a beggar.

Though you are a sultan, like us you’ll

become a slave.

One candle of this gathering

is worth a hundred candles; it’s light is 

as great.

Either you are alive or dead.

You’ll come back to life with us.

Unbind your feet.

Show the rose garden --

start laughing with your whole body,

like a rose, like us.

Put on the mantle for a moment

and see the ones whose hearts are

alive.

Then, throw out your satin dresses

and cover yourself with a cloak,

like us.

When a seed falls into the ground,

it germinates, grows, and becomes 

a tree:

if you understand these symbols,

you’ll follow us, and fall to the ground,

with us.

God’s Shams of Tabriz says to the heart’s bud,

“If your eyes are opened,

you’ll see the things worth seeing.”

Rumi

Translated by Nevit Ergin with Camille Helminski

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What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in your hand Ah, what then?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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“The Illusion of Opposites The illusion of opposites; good and bad, love and hate, joy and sorrow. These aren’t available out in infinite reality, only in the artificial micro-environment of ego.””

— Spiritual Enlightenment byJed McKenna

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But still our place is kept, and it will wait,

Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.

No star is ever lost we once have seen,

We always may be what we might have been.

Adelaide Anne Procter, "The Ghost in the Picture Room"

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Knock, and He’ll open the Door. Vanish, and He’ll make you shine like the sun. Fall, and He’ll raise you to the Heavens. Become nothing, and He’ll turn you into everything.

Rumi 

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‘When you want it the most 

There's no easy way out 

When you're ready to go 

And your heart's left in doubt 

Don't give up on your faith 

Love comes to those who believe it 

And that's the way it is...’

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Everything is waiting for you

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation.

The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

David Whyte

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Aren’t we sitting in the robes of your radiance?

We stood together hand in hand in primordial time

now at last, we are one again.

We are all of one should struggling along one path,

and all drunk with the same wine.

From among the two worlds we chose Love alone;

except for that Love there’s nothing we adore.

What bitterness did our soul suffer from separation!

At long last, we are free from separation.

A ray from the Sun came in through an opening

and raised us up in dignity, however low we were.

O Sunlight! Don’t withhold Your loving radiance from us!

Aren’t we sitting in the robes of your radiance?

By Your radiance we are transformed into rubies;

it is because of You that we exist.

Dancing like particles before You;

in our yearning for You, we abandon all our chains.

Divani Shamsi Tabrizi 1761

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Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading a book on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are ‘patches of Godlight’ in the woods of our experience.

C.S. Lewis, Letters to Malcom