MYSTICAL POEMS: “The search” by Jiddu Krishnamurti

The Search I have been a wanderer long In this world of transient things. I have known the passing pleasures thereof. As the rainbow is beautiful But soon vanishes into nothingness, So have I known, From the very foundation of the world, The passing away of all things Beautiful, joyous and pleasurable. As the moon…

A wisdom quote on impermanence by Heraclitus

  “I see nothing but Becoming. Be not deceived! It is the fault of your limited outlook and not the fault of the essence of things if you believe that you see firm land anywhere in the ocean of Becoming and Passing. You need names for things, just as if they had a rigid permanence,…

“Say I am” by Nisargadatta

Learn to distinguish the immovable in the movable, the unchanging in the changing, till you realize that all differences are in appearance only and oneness is a fact. This basic identity—you may call God, or Brahman, or the matrix (Prakriti), the words matter little—is only the realization that all is one. Once you can say…

POEMS: “There Is Nothing Permanent Except Change” by Trina Graves

There Is Nothing Permanent Except Change March 18, 2020 Trina GravesLeave a comment Quote Title: Heraclitus Change is an inherent part of life We are here to experience and grow There is nothing permanent except change Is a Higher Truth many don’t know All physical life begins and ends We’re temporarily here to be Accepting this…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “Thee and me in all things” by J. Krishnamurti

“Thee and me in all things” I have been a wanderer long In this world of transient things. I have known the passing pleasures thereof. As the rainbow is beautiful, But soon vanishes into nothingness, So have I known, From the very foundation of the world, The passing away of all things Beautiful, joyous and…

SUFI POEMS: “The Truth fills the world” by Yunus Emre

“The Truth fills the world”   The Truth fills the world, but to whom is Truth known? You ask so much of It, but It isn’t separate from yourself. You believe in the world, you claim your daily bread as your own. How long will you keep up your lie? You know it’s not like…

POEMS: “Standing deer” (on impermanence)

Standing Deer As the house of a person in age sometimes grows cluttered with what is too loved or too heavy to part with, the heart may grow cluttered. And still the house will be emptied, and still the heart. As the thoughts of a person in age sometimes grow sparer, like a great cleanness…