“The universe is made of stories,not atoms.” — Muriel Rukeyser, Poet (1913 - 1980)“Every phenomenon of nature was a word;the sign, symbol and pledge of a new, mysterious,inexpressible but all the more intimate union,participation and community of divine energies and ideas.”— Johann G. Hamann, Philosopher (1730 - 1788 ) This entire post, including the amazing photo, pilfered from the Tao of Photography. Thank you, Andy.

“The universe is made of stories,
not atoms.”

— Muriel Rukeyser, Poet (1913 - 1980)

“Every phenomenon of nature was a word;
the sign, symbol and pledge of a new, mysterious,
inexpressible but all the more intimate union,
participation and community of divine energies and ideas.”

— Johann G. Hamann, Philosopher (1730 - 1788 )

This entire post, including the amazing photo, pilfered from the Tao of Photography. Thank you, Andy.

Wonder begins with the element of surprise. The now almost obsolete word ‘wonderstruck’ suggests that wonder breaks into consciousness with a dramatic suddenness that produces amazement or astonishment. Because of the suddenness with which it appears, wonder reduces us momentarily to silence. We associate gaping, breathlessness, bewilderment, and even stupor with wonder, because it jolts us out of the world of common sense in which our language is at home. The language and categories we customarily use to deal with experience are inadequate to the encounter, and hence we are initially immobilized and dumbfounded. We are silent before some new dimension of meaning which is being revealed.
Sam Keen. From Whiskey River.
I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.
John Steinbeck (via moonlit corner & leda-swanson)

(Source: swanfucker, via )

Silence lies at the heart of all great spiritual traditions and pilgrimages. It is the vehicle that encourages us to dive beneath words, ideas, chatter and concepts. To discover the unspoken truths and the unfathomable mystery of being. The variety of forms of contemplation, prayer and meditation meet together in their reverence for the act of silence. Through them we learn to still the clamor of our hearts and the competing voices that cascade through our minds and discover a place of profound stillness and receptivity.
Christina Feldman, as quoted by Sky Dawson in her talk “Appreciating Silence and Solitude at the Forest Refuge” (via sharanam)
parabola-magazine: “There is no reason to assume that the universe has the slightest interest in intelligence—or even in life. Both may be random accidental by-products of its operations like the beautiful patterns on a butterfly’s wings. The insect would fly just as well without them.” —Arthur C. Clarke Photographer unknown [photo from the LIFE magazine Photo Archive] Courtesy of yama-bato, issafly, ajourneyroundmyskull & originally posted by liquidnight)

parabola-magazine:

“There is no reason to assume that the universe has the slightest interest in intelligence—or even in life. Both may be random accidental by-products of its operations like the beautiful patterns on a butterfly’s wings. The insect would fly just as well without them.”

—Arthur C. Clarke

Photographer unknown [photo from the LIFE magazine Photo Archive]

Courtesy of yama-bato, issafly, ajourneyroundmyskull & originally posted by liquidnight)

The more and more you listen, the more and more you hear.
Sogyal Rinpoche quoting Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche, via Tricycle (via mianoti)

(via mianoti-deactivated20110615)

The Waterboys, Fisherman’s Blues. From trixietreats & blueruins.

Carriers crossing a river on the seaboard. Appolonia. (c.1901)From uncertaintimes via: The National Archives UK

Carriers crossing a river on the seaboard. Appolonia. (c.1901)From uncertaintimes via: The National Archives UK

This is the Dream

This is the dream we carry through the world
that something fantastic will happen
that it has to happen
that time will open by itself
that doors shall open by themselves
that the heart will find itself open
that mountain springs will jump up
that the dream will open by itself
that we one early morning
will slip into a harbor
that we have never known.

- Olav H. Hauge. Translated by Robert Bly and Robert Hedin, The Dream We Carry: Selected and Last Poems.

From Whiskey River & Memory Green.

I Know Where I’m Going! directed by Powell & Pressburger, 1945 from theshipthatflew

I Know Where I’m Going! directed by Powell & Pressburger, 1945 from theshipthatflew