chapter sixteen - innocence
- page 01 - time
- page 02 - branches each breath into
- page 03 - a momentary cathedral,
- page 04 - beautiful and true, before
- page 05 - a black whole asks about your
- page 06 - faith, about which
- page 07 - self you have served, and to see your
- page 08 - proof of love in this
- page 09 - rising dawn of
- page 10 - contentment,
- page 11 - our yellow joy
- page 12 - vibrating still.
the mother question
"Have wings that feared ever
touched the Sun?
I was born when all I once feared
I could love." – Hazrat Rabia Basri
"He nonetheless bravely offers us a lovely, chilling paradox: At the heart of everything is a question, not an answer. When we peer down into the deepest recesses of matter or at the farthest edge of the universe, we see, finally, our own puzzled face looking back at us." – John Horgan
"A mirror remains that can’t be broken
because it faces nothing,
because it's inside everything.
[…]
Perhaps at certain heights
questions and answers are exactly the same."– Roberto Juarroz
"While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things."" – William Wordsworth
"A life without love is of no account. Don't ask yourself what kind of love you should seek, spiritual or material, divine or mundane, eastern or western... divisions only lead to more divisions. Love has no labels, no definitions. It is what it is, pure and simple.
Love is the water of life. And a lover is a soul of fire! The universe turns differently when fire loves water." – Shams e Tabriz
"No, it is not possible
to throw away this love." – Mirabai
