The palm at the end of the mind, beyond the last thought, rises in the bronze distance. A gold feathered bird sings in the palm, without human meaning, without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason that makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine. The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

immortal


"The tree of eternity has it's roots in heaven above, and its branches reach down to earth.
It is Brahman, pure Spirit, who in truth is called immortal.
All worlds rest on that Spirit, and beyond him no one can go." ~Upanishads

(31) Another story by way of comparison He [Jesus] set forth before them, saying, The kingdom of heaven is like a grain of mustard seed, which a man took and sowed in his field.
(32) Of all the seeds it is the smallest, but when it has grown it is the largest of the garden herbs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and find shelter in its branches.
~Matthew 13:31-32 (Bible)


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