As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.
There are so many doors to open.
I am impatient to begin.
Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon
“We are the bright new stars born of a screaming black hole, the nascent suns burst from the darkness, from the grasping void of space that folds and swallows–a darkness that would devour anyone not as strong as we. We are oddities, sideshows, talk show subjects. We capture everyone’s imagination.”
― Dave Eggers
“And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image of
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.”
― Pablo Neruda
I am proof of the power of Gods.
I am water and dust walking.
If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.
Walker, There is no path;
The Path is made by walking.
Everything you can imagine is real.
All that is in the heart is written in the face.
The soul should always stand ajar,
ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.