Alchemy, the masters teach, is the process of linking the spiritual to the material. The alchemist is the bridge between the worlds. It is a process of working inside a mirror, knowing always that in the end, the part will reflect the whole. As inside, so outside.
To work in the dark, you must be able to hold your own light, and still be intimate with the darkness.
You move into the darkness, wrapping it around you like a heavy cloak. You dive into it naked like a midnight swim, slip beneath its covers and invite it to envelope you, as a dream. You lose yourself in the richness of its mysteries. You start to become the darkness. It starts to become you.
To be human is to be whole, but to fail to see this wholeness.
The ears are the eyes of the dark, as the stars are the eyes of the night sky.
Holding onto misery only brings more misery into focus. All possibilities exist. But the mind has only room for one thing at a time.
The echo is a gift, passed on to us by our ancestors many ages ago, to remind us of ourselves. To confirm our existence. To remedy our loneliness. Though we must be still in order to hear it.
A word is a bridge. It is a wave of light and sound that spans the perceived distance between one thing and another.
In the beginning was the word. And the word was split into infinity. All words, then, are part of the whole. Just as we are each part of the whole. There are individual words, as we are individual beings. Each word carries with it the memory of the whole logos. Just as we each carry the memory of the whole universe.
The moon speaks in slivers and halves.
Which came first — the observer or the particle?
Everyone creates realities based on their own personal beliefs. These beliefs are so powerful that they can create [expansive or entrapping] realities over and over.~Kuan Yin