Month: July 2013

I have dreamed of that song, of the strange words to that simple rhyme-song, and on several occasions I have understood what she was saying, in my dreams. In those dreams I spoke that language too, the first language, and I had dominion over the nature of all that was real. In my dream, it was the tongue of what is, and anything spoken in it becomes real, because nothing said in that language can be a lie. It is the most basic building brick of everything. In my dreams I have used that language to heal the sick and to fly; once I dreamed I kept a perfect little bed-and-breakfast by the seaside, and to everyone who came to stay with me I would say, in that tongue, “Be whole,” and they would become whole, not be broken people, not any longer, because I had spoken the language of shaping.

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We are immersed; the task is to recognize that in which we are immersed.

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Surrender to the voice inside of yourself that says you can be happy, healthy and at peace.

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To study oneself isn’t narcissism. It’s like finishing a dovetail joint—if we leave the edges rough, the angles askew, things will fit only badly. Where we clean it up, make it a little neater, things can bond, joints can become strong.

Remember though, that nothing adheres to a surface that is perfectly smooth, that has no pores, no ways in.

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