“The outside world

will never interrupt

my inner world ever again.”

~ plr

We write the stories.

Whale Rider

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“the breath of love and death,

join from beginning to learning..

to the life of living everlasting.

no~thing can take that away from me.”

~plr 

“You deliver moments

of your own discoveries

grateful to know

the balance is to rest and not worry

vital to the outcome.

I know it is not easy .. just know

there is a silent calming sea

beyond the waves

we all appreciate

your gentle breeze.”

~ plr

“Tears are merely god in action,

showing the heart of compassion.”

~ plr 2010

“My tears fall not for my pain,

they fall for your compassion.”

~ plr 2010

Ilya Romanovich Prigogine

won the Nobel prize for Chemistry in 1977

for his contribution to

non-equilibrium thermodynamics

and said:

“When a complex system is far from equalibrium,

small islands of coherence in a sea of chaos

have the capacity to shift the entire system to a higher order.”

“We grow in direct proportion

to the amount of chaos we can sustain and dissipate.”

“The main character of any living system is openness.”

“Order arise from chaos.”

~  Ilya Prigogine

The Cosmic Game

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“That morning the sea was like a lake or an enormous river, without a ripple and so calm that you could see the reflections of the stars so early in the morning. The dawn had not yet come, and so the stars, and the reflection of the cliff, and the distant lights of the town, were there on the water.
 
And as the sun came up over the horizon in a cloudless sky it made a golden path, and it was extraordinary to see that light of California filling the earth and every leaf and blade of grass.
 

As you watched, a great stillness came into you. The brain itself became very quiet, without any reaction, without a movement, and it was strange to feel this immense stillness.
 
Feel isn’t the word; the quality of that silence, that stillness, is not felt by the brain; it is beyond the brain.
 
The brain can conceive, formulate, or make a design for the future, but this stillness is beyond its range, beyond all imagination, beyond all desire.
 
You are so still that your body becomes completely part of the earth, part of everything that is still.
 
And as the slight breeze came from the hills, stirring the leaves, this stillness, this extraordinary quality of silence, was not disturbed. The house was between the hills and the sea, overlooking the sea.
 
And as you watched the sea, so very still, you really became part of everything. You were everything. You were the light, and the beauty of love.
 
Again, to say “you were a part of everything” is also wrong; the word you is not adequate, because you really weren’t there. You didn’t exist. There was only that stillness, the beauty, the extraordinary sense of love. The words you and I separate things. This division, in this strange silence and stillness, doesn’t exist.
 
And as you watched out of the window, space and time seemed to have come to an end, and the space that divides had no reality. That leaf and that eucalyptus and the blue shining water were not different from you.
 
Meditation is really very simple. We complicate it. We weave a web of ideas around it, what it is and what it is not.
 
But it is none of these things.
 
Because it is so very simple, it escapes us, because our minds are so complicated, so timeworn and time-based. And this mind dictates the activity of the heart, and then the trouble begins.
 
But meditation comes naturally, with extraordinary ease, when you walk on the sand or look out of your window or see those marvelous hills burnt by last summer’s sun.
 
Why are we such tortured human beings, with tears in our eyes and false laughter on our lips?
 
If you could walk alone among those hills or in the woods or along the long, white, bleached sands, in that solitude you would know what meditation is.
 
The ecstasy of solitude comes when you are not frightened to be alone, no longer belonging to the world or attached to anything.
 
Then, like that dawn that came up this morning, it comes silently, and makes a golden path in the very stillness, which was at the beginning, which is now, and which will be always there.”

~ J. Krishnamurti

Silence Between the Lines