We are of one Earth,
We are of one consciousness,
The human experience.
Through eyes like kaliedescopes,
We witness the divine according.
Our creations are beautiful,
But let's not focus only on the beautiful arrangement,
the divine light is here as one.
and no belief,
no fact, nor...
To affirm or deny is to merely create or negate (which is a creation as well, anyway).
If truth is found within ourselves,
Then truth is like a flower,
born in beauty.
but all flowers are to die,
what then is truth?
the beauty given forth,
born within the eye of its beholder and creator, all...
You are that which sings the morning song,
birds in blossoming,
feed the young,
You are that which carries the wind in tune,
over voilet spring
and colorful hue.
You are that which smiles,
To the mother, hand in hand,
I find you in the eyes of child.
You are that which brings the dead...
To understand is not to know anything.
Understanding transcends knowledge and the limitations of thought.
That is where wisdom is born,
Straight from the source.
Shaped and wrapped in human forms of Gods and Goddesses,
The universe has divinity in a breath,
In a star,
In a passing wind,
And no...
We have these years, not to decide for eternity, but to eternally decide. Our lives are dynamic and unending. Imagine a forest, constantly bending and weaving to the patterns of sun, wind, heat and cold. We are alive in every sense, and our spirits are not stagnant beings which have two options...
Indigo children?
Consider it awareness of being,
and stemming from that,
greater understanding of our world,
our people,
our problems.
be careful not to emphasize indigos too much,
we are all human,
we are all here, living as one,
embrace that and learn from there.
We get lost in paints,
And forget the white canvas.
Just be.
Meditation is the playful art of discovering the source,
And being of that emptiness,
So that all art and expression may pour through,
Paint the sunrise with your eyes.
Well, that's the thing. We aren't funded by the Philosophy Department. We're funded by "SGA", the student government body. We are a student activity, not faculty. An advisor is needed for a club, but the one that was originally chosen is against what we are doing. We're attempting to come to...
Just a little something I wrote to myself:
So it is that all things simply are.
Why do you complicate?
Why do you play games?
Do not kid yourself in follies
of certainty,
all is transient, all is
mere appearance,
fleeting dreams that dance about like wind,
like ripples in a pond...
Thanks everyone for the feedback.
I maintain, too, however, that Philosophy isn't just old philosophers.
I'm going to have to disagree with you here. Philosophy literally means the "The Love of Wisdom". That's rather open-ended if you ask me. There are many paths to wisdom, there are many...
Hey everyone, I'm new to the forums. I have a brief story to share.
I help run the Philosophy Club at my university. It took some time to make it official, but we did it. Weekly meetings consisted of coffee, tea, and various topics. From Plato to Krishnamurti, Buddhist Philosophy to current...
Someone dear to me, a twin soul you could say, is an indigo.
Some have called me an indigo.
I don't know. What is important is who you are, and that is not a title.
Thanks for replying guys. Very interesting . . .
Wow, good analogy! I'm not, in a sense, trying to achieve anything. Just sitting and being aware, and that action in itself is independent of a desire or goal. It just is.
In the meditation club, it was told that we are trying to 'create' our...
Hey everyone, I'm new to the forums. Looking forward to sharing some knowledge and insight with you guys.
Just have a question at the moment . . .
I recently attended a Meditation club, in which we were guided through various mental imagery, basic breathing exercises, and later on chanting...
We seem to have a common assumption in the West that we're all damned. This is not so. We are only in jail until we realize we have created this prison, then we are free. 'Get out free' cards are just another game in our myriad of creations. Who is the child? The one who plays, not knowing it is...