POEMS: “Know Thyself” by Alexander Pope

Painting by John William Waterhouse: “Echo and Narcissus” (1903)   “Know Thyself” “Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is man. Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for…

Essay on: “Know thyself” (“Temet Nosce”) by Amira

“Know thyself” (“Temet Nosce”)   The ancient Greek aphorism “Know thyself” is one of the Delphic maxims,(though we find similar teachings going back to ancient Egypt and Asia) the first of three, inscribed on a column in the pronaos (forecourt) of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi (Greece). It’s given as “Nosce te ipsum” or…

Questioner: Why is it that we naturally seem to think of ourselves as separate individuals? Reply: by Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Maharaj: Your thoughts about individuality are really not your own thoughts; they are all collective thoughts. You think that you are the one who has the thoughts; in fact thoughts arise in consciousness. As our spiritual knowledge grows, our identification with an individual body-mind diminishes, and our consciousness expands into universal consciousness. The life force…

Poems: “Keeping quiet” by Pablo Neruda

artwork: Josephine Wall “Keeping quiet” Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still for once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for a second, and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would…

On “Self-Knowledge” by Kahlil Gibran

“Self-Knowledge”   And a man said, Speak to us of Self-Knowledge. And he answered saying: Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart’s knowledge. You would know in words that which you have always known in thought. You would touch…

POEMS: “Come” by Andrew Colliver

“Come”… Every day I am astonished by how little I know, and discouraged, obedient as I am to the demand to know more — always more. But then there is the slow seep of light from the day, and I look to the west where the hills are darkening, setting their shoulders to the night,…