Category Archives: STEP 7

No rest house is here, Where to take rest, my dear? Let the impurities be cleared. gajanan mishra

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Wisdom is like a baobab tree; no one individual can embrace it. ~ Akan

http://afritorial.com/the-best-72-african-wise-proverbs/

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Some people might call them cherubs, although there was nothing rosy-cheeked about them.

They might be rumoured among those who see to it that gravity operates and that time stays separate from space. Call them auditors. Auditors of reality.

TERRY PRATCHETT

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“Cherubs fan our foolish fires, filling hearts with mad desires. They prick our pride and haughtiness with quick, angelic naughtiness.”
John Biccard

The chains of addiction are too light to be felt until they are too strong to be broken.

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The Wilderness

for Peter Barden

Penury in Sydney had grown stale
And, at twenty-two, my childhood was in danger
So I preceded you, in all but spirit,
To the far-back country
Where the tar roads end.

In the silent lands
Time broadens into space.
Approaching Port Augusta, going on,
Iron-brown and limitless, the plains
Were before me all day. Burnt mountains fell behind
In the glittering sky.

At dawn, the sun would roll up from his lair
In the kiln-dry lake country, fire his heat straight through
The blind grey scrub, awaken me beside wheeltracks
And someone’s car, and I would travel on.

At noon, far out in a mirage, I would brew
Tea with strangers, yarn about jobs in the North
And, chewing quietly, watch maybe an upstart
Dust-devil forming miles off, going high
To totter, darken
And, quite suddenly, vanish
Leaving a formless, thinning stain in the heavens.

Where the spirits of sea-cliffs
Hovered on the plain
I would remember routines we had invented
For putting spine into shapeless days: the time
We passed at a crouching trot down Wynyard Concourse
Tell each other in loud mock-Arunta and gestures
What game we were tracking down what haunted gorge . . .
Frivolous games
But they sustained me like water,

They, and the is-ful ah!-nesses of things.

http://www.lesmurray.org/uncollected_twc.htm#rttw

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Euroa Advertiser (Vic. : 1884 – 1920), Friday 20 February 1885,

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The chains of addiction are too light to be felt until they are too strong to be broken. SWAHILI.

http://swahiliproverbs.afrst.illinois.edu/love.html

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Spectacles on the nose! (pay attention).

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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought.

Preys on herself, and is destroyed by  thought.

And he was so proud that should he meet
The Twelve Apostles in the street,
He’d turn his nose up at them all,
And shove his Saviour from the wall.

He who would enjoy the fruit must not spoil the blossom.

http://www.smo.uhi.ac.uk/gaidhlig/corpus/seanfhaclan/MacDonald.html

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“It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done, I know from experience. God has given us, in a measure, the power to make our own fate: and when our energies seem to demand a sustenance they cannot get–when our will strains after a path we may not follow–we need neither starve from inanition, not stand still in despair: we have but to seek another nourishment for the mind, as strong as the forbidden fruit it longed to taste–and perhaps purer; and to hew out for the adventurous foot a road as direct and broad as the one Fortune has blocked up against us, if rougher than it.”

― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

 

 

“Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

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we continue to spend fortunes on an stupefying array of distractions supposedly designed to make us happier than Liz Taylor at a wedding Cosmetics that contain everything from the placenta of unborn goats to a pound of pig fat mixed with volcanic ash and 19 secret ingredients from the rain forest diet products to remove mountains of blubber gained by stuffing ourselves because we are so damn miserable, and miserable because we are so horribly fat cosmetic surgery in every place from facial to other cheeks mind-numbing cruises to paradise luxury boats that never leave their luxury marinas hard drugs soft drugs alcohol anti-depressants uppers downers frenetic gambling to hit the big time jewellery that is too expensive to wear image marriages destined to last all of six months mink-lined designer toilet seats lottery tickets tobacco products we know will kill us and billions of tons of electronic and plastic and toxic junk that add nothing to our lives and create only clutter, pollution and landfill.

(Robert White)

http://www.inspirationalstories.com/quotes/t/about-blubber/

As my mother once said: The boys throw stones at the frog in jest. But the frogs die in earnest.”

― Joanna Russ, The Female Man

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“If you have to eat a frog, don’t spend a lot of time looking at it. If you have to eat more than one, eat the big one first.”

 

http://michelesworld.net/dmm2/frog/sayings.htm

If you want to find beauty, look beneath the surface.

Bernie Siegel

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“My dear boy, when curds are churned, the finest part rises upward and turns into butter. So too, dear boy, when food is eaten the choice parts rise upward and become mind.”


Chandogya Upanishad

 

Don’t waste your time with jealousy. Some times you’re ahead, some times you’re behind. The race is long and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

― Baz Luhrmann

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“The worst thing about jealousy is how low it makes you reach.”

― Erica Jong, How to Save Your Own Life

Why Is My Cross Heavier than it should be ?

http://itakeoffthemask.com/spirituality/why-is-my-cross-heavier/

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BEAUTIFUL HANDS

This is the kind of Friend
You are –

Without making me realize

My soul’s anguished history,

You slip into my house at night,

And while I am sleeping,

You silently carry off

All my suffering and sordid past

HAFIZ.

http://thefaceofhunger.stophungernow.org/?p=1211

In Your beautiful
Hands.

“He felt he was about to experience again some ancient, delicious childhood moment that the steam calliope’s sour hollowness, the stitching hurdy-gurdy accompaniment, and the drum-and-cymbal crash brought almost to the margin of his grasp.”

― Patricia Highsmith, Strangers on a Train

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“We sleep to time’s hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if ever we wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of time uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it’s time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it’s time to break our necks for home.
There are no events but thoughts and the heart’s hard turning, the heart’s slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.”

― Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm

But sometimes illumination comes to our rescue at the very moment when all seems lost; we have knocked at every door and they open on nothing until, at last, we stumble unconsciously against the only one through which we can enter the kingdom we have sought in vain a hundred years – and it opens.”

― Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

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“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of – throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”
― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

Everyone is so afraid of death, but the real sufis just laugh: nothing tyrannizes their hearts. What strikes the oyster shell does not damage the pearl

Rumi

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“They also learned that not everything broken could be fixed, and that not everything ruined could be thrown away. Sometimes the damaged things were all you had to work with.”

Diane Hammond, Hannah’s Dream

The quality of your recovery is proportional to the quality of your surrender.

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“The reason why many are still troubled, still seeking, still making little forward progress is because they haven’t yet come to the end of themselves. We’re still trying to give orders, and interfering with God’s work within us. ”
A.W. Tozer

To wash this memory clean. Let the floods cross.

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Tiddalick – The Frog Who Caused a Flood

As his belly rumbled
The frog rocked to and fro
With his hands upon his sides
A stream began to flow

Tiddalick’s mouth was open wide
With water gushing out
A surging tidal river
Spewed like a water spout

It swept away the animals
And covered all the sand
A shining lake of water
Had spread over the land

WHO KEEPS COMPANY WITH A WOLF LEARNS TO HOWL.

The Antiquity of Proverbs: Fifty Familiar Proverbs and Folk Sayings with Annotations and Lists …

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“This was the first time he had seriously confronted what he was doing, and the force of that awareness came very abruptly – with a surging of his pulse and a frantic pounding in his head. He was about to gamble his life on that table, and the insanity of that risk filled him with a kind of awe.” Paul Auster, “The Music of Chance” (1990)

http://www.casinos.net/gambling-quotes-proverbs-sayings.htm

foto – izzy foreal and William white aka billy james at raleigh 2010

wind batters the weatherboards

like fists and boots thudding.
shoulders the door
again, again. Grasps the metal roof
like fingers buried in hair, yanking
it wants scalp.

Dael Allison

http://www.dangerouslypoetic.com/jean_ringland_memorial_prize_2009.php

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Like a top that has done spinning.

Said of one who has been humbled.

" His heart went into his boots"

"A classified collection of Tamil proverbs"

It vanished like the dew (or darkness) that has seen the sun.

"A classified collection of Tamil proverbs"

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I watch until it disappears…
then sadness fills me deep ,
I know ‘ the same ‘ won’t come again ,
its glory – I can’t keep.

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http://thestarlitecafe.com/poems/54/poem_8233137024.html

foto – sunset at the workers’ cottage 2010

Russian — He hunting two hares does not catch even one.

"Eastern Proverbs and Emblems Illustrating Old Truths"

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http://andrewlansdown.com/fiction/novels/the-red-dragon/

Andrew Lansdown 2006

Your mother once told me, “Life will toughen him up soon enough. Your job is to keep him tender.”’ He looked out the shed door, then back at Colyn. ‘So leave the fox cubs to me, son. Don’t be in too much of a hurry to have a grown-up heart.’

foto – kitten hunting in raleigh 2010