Let any season that wants to come here make its own call. After that sound goes away, wait. A slow bubble rises through the earth and begins to include sky, stars, all space, even the outracing, expanding thought. Suddenly this dream you are having matches everyone’s dream, and the result is the world. If a different call came there wouldn’t be any world, or you… How you stand here is important. How you listen for the next things to happen. How you breathe. ~ William Stafford

Just as your dreams are composed by an aspect of yourself of which your consciousness is unaware, so, too, your whole life is composed by the will within you. And just as people whom you will have met apparently by mere chance became leading agents in the structuring of your life, so, too, will you have served unknowingly as an agent, giving meaning to the lives of others… It is as though our lives were the features of the one great dream of a single dreamer in which all the dream characters dream, too; so that everything links to everything else, moved by the one will to life which is the universal will in nature. ~ Joseph Campbell

You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries. ~ M. Wriston

Our real journey in life is interior: it is a matter of growth, deepening, and of an ever greater surrender to the creative action of love and grace in our hearts. ~ Thomas Merton

Out of the deep womb of a mountain is born a swift-running stream; so out of the aching depths of my heart has come forth joyous love, the perfume of the world. Through the sunlit valleys rush the waters, entering lake upon lake, ever wandering, never still; so is my love. As the tall trees are destroyed by the strong rush of waters that have nourished their deep roots, so has my love torn cruelly the heart of its rejoicing. I have shattered the very rock on which I grew. And as a wide river now escapes to the dancing sea, whose waters know no bondage; so is my love in the perfection of its freedom.
Jiddu Krishnamurti

Be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind… Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again… But believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.
Rainer Maria Rilke

And there it stood, a flower on a rock, where nothing else lived for a hundred miles in every direction. This flower was life, bold and true, standing proud to the sky, lapping up sunlight, dipping her roots into the ground, she was living, no matter what the world told her she couldn’t be, she just went on, chin up into the sun, and I realized, that life, by its very nature is brave. ~ Atticus

Some nights, half an inch or so from sleep – if that’s in fact how such a distance might be measured – I twitch and time goes sideways. I think I’d live there if I could, and when I’m there I think of you. Thanks to me we’re lost in unison. Thanks to you I can move without meaning to. If I could, I’d sing everything you sing to me to you. ~ Graham Foust

Love is all we could manage, its particles floating from the hard rim of the air. Our tracks were clear as a book in the fresh chance heaven threw behind us. And the pain went on searching behind your face, the snow went on falling. Once I felt your tongue work so gently into my brain, it took root in the mind-dark and branched forth again as song. Character is a failure of love, and I want to love you this morning… I want to love the darkening blue at the sky’s edge, our breath-smoke warming the air before it dissolves into a hard February day. ~ Paul Zweig (Photo by Patrick Demarchelier)

The heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul. ~ Pablo Neruda