“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity...”
John Muir

CRYSTALIZED   

 

In recognizing the impermanence of each thought, each feeling, each moment of experience, we come to see there is nothing we can hold to that will give us lasting satisfaction.   There is no place we can solidly plant our feet on and say, "This is who I am."  It is a constantly changing flow, in which, moment to moment, who we think we are  is born and dies.    ...There is no person in there, there is  just process.  Who we think we are is just another bubble in the stream. 

 

Only the clarity of seeing is of importance.  It is not what is seen so much as how clearly it is perceived.  Then the investigation becomes what is the  truth, who am I really, what is it that I call "I,"  what dies?  Am I these  thoughts?  Am I this mind?  Am I this body?

 

Deepak Chopra. M.D.

 

 

    -rumorsofme-

 

 

if only I could  believe --
and you wouldn't lie,
there's the whole of heaven
opening to our deepening sighs.

Eden's Promise alive once more
dancing in our eyes,
 sails billowing far from shore
 distance us from the sadness of lost cries
and the nevermore of further good-byes.

I guess we can only be
who we are, and hope...
that to be enough...
But, somehow I think it will fall short
Of the promised "love you
so much"

That leave me bruised
each and everyday,
until my mind slips beneath
the darkness of night's breath,
there is no rest.

And the stars are the oars
come to ferry me home ----
at last, there will be no more
alone,

...if only I could believe;
if only you wouldn't lie
I could rest in total trust
never fearing another
cry...
 haunting my withered dreams
of  too many good-byes.

...if Only...

                                                                    ~~tearsza~~