Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.

Jalal al-Din Rumi 1207-1273

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What you are, you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

Rabindranath Tagore 1861–1941

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And I longed to see at least that little bit of Christ's flesh that the nails had fixed to the wood.

Blessed Angela of Foligno

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Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down the an musical insturment.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Jalal al-Din Rumi 1207-1273

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He showes [her] his heart, perforated like the openings in a small lantern... From his very heart issued forth rays of the sun - no - brighter than the sun's rays...

Na Prous Boneta, declared a heritic in 1348 and burned at the stake.

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“All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.”
.......
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
........
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

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The Lord made her for a fire, saying: "You see this fire; as it changes all matter and substance of wood into its own nature, even so, Divine Nature changes into itself the souls it wants for itself...

Na Prous Boneta on Joan of Arc

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...It is not fair to wish only to taste of my honey, and not the gall, if you wish to perfectly united with me, contemplate deeply the mockery, insults, whippings, death and torments that I have endured for you.

Blessed Margarita, disciple of St Umilta, 14th century