Journeying Quotes

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we-can-only-flourish-when-we-are-truly-grounded-in-self-keep-that-in-mind-when-journeying-alexandra-elle
youre-always-looking-for-ultimate-its-kind-like-journeying-to-ixtlan-youre-never-going-to-get-there-but-that-is-no-reason-not-to-try-frederick-lenz
and-he-went-through-the-cities-and-villages-teaching-and-journeying-toward-jerusalem
bright-star-eanna-forgive-me-manner-this-but-you-are-harbor-my-souls-journeying-guy-gavriel-kay
tantra-adventure-are-connected-perhaps-greatest-enemy-for-one-whos-journeying-along-spiritual-path-is-complacency-frederick-lenz
death-is-only-physician-shadow-his-valley-only-journeying-that-will-cure-us-age-gathering-fatigue-years-george-eliot
theres-one-sad-truth-in-life-ive-foundwhile-journeying-east-west-the-only-folks-we-really-woundare-those-we-love-best-ella-wheeler-wilcox
i-think-literature-she-wrote-as-vast-country-to-far-borders-which-i-am-journeying-but-cannot-possibly-reach-and-i-have-started-too-late-i-will-never-catch-up-alan-bennett
underneath-inharmonious-trivial-particulars-is-musical-perfection-ideal-journeying-always-with-us-heaven-without-rent-seam-ralph-waldo-emerson
i-behave-like-you-moving-singing-laughing-journeying-but-watch-out-for-blow-i-inflict-all-sudden-to-chastise-to-warn-sathya-sai-baba
i-was-still-madly-in-love-with-her-when-i-left-her-but-desire-had-died-not-all-years-sharing-caring-discovering-journeying-could-keep-me-from-fleeing-tarun-j-tejpal
i-had-no-more-alphabet-than-journeying-swallows-pure-tiny-water-small-fiery-bird-that-dances-rising-from-pollen-pablo-neruda
ive-been-reading-the-sisterhood-i-love-author-bobbie-houston-what-shes-about-its-whole-idea-women-celebrating-each-others-wins-journeying-through-life-together
from-this-point-forth-we-shall-be-leaving-firm-foundation-fact-journeying-together-through-murky-marshes-memory-into-thickets-wildest-guesswork-jk-rowling
brooks-too-wide-for-our-leaping-hedges-far-to-high-loads-too-heavy-for-our-moving-burdens-too-cumbersome-for-us-to-bear-distances-far-beyond-our-pam-brown
whereas-health-individual-depends-on-egos-regular-descent-return-to-from-unconscious-societys-longevity-depends-on-actual-people-journeying-into-unknown-returning-with-ideas-dan-
we-are-journeying-externally-from-country-to-country-we-are-traveling-in-historical-time-from-present-to-distant-past-we-are-traveling-inwardly-as-well-through-music-meditation
In good truth he had started in London with some vague idea that as his life in it would not be of long continuance, the pace at which he elected to travel would be of little consequence; but the years since his first entry into the Metropolis were now piled one on top of another, his youth was behind him, his chances of longevity, spite of the way he had striven to injure his constitution, quite as good as ever. He had come to that period of existence, to that narrow strip of tableland, whence the ascent of youth and the descent of age are equally discernible - when, simply because he has lived for so many years, it strikes a man as possible he may have to live for just as many more, with the ability for hard work gone, with the boon companions scattered, with the capacity for enjoying convivial meetings a mere memory, with small means perhaps, with no bright hopes, with the pomp and the circumstance and the fairy carriages, and the glamour which youth flings over earthly objects, faded away like the pageant of yesterday, while the dreary ceremony of living has to be gone through today and tomorrow and the morrow after, as though the gay cavalcade and the martial music, and the glittering helmets and the prancing steeds were still accompanying the wayfarer to his journey's end. Ah! my friends, there comes a moment when we must all leave the coach with its four bright bays, its pleasant outside freight, its cheery company, its guard who blows the horn so merrily through villages and along lonely country roads. Long before we reach that final stage, where the black business claims us for its own speecial property, we have to bid goodbye to all easy, thoughtless journeying and betake ourselves, with what zest we may, to traversing the common of reality. There is no royal road across it that ever I heard of. From the king on his throne to the laborer who vaguely imagines what manner of being a king is, we have all to tramp across that desert at one period of our lives, at all events; and that period is usually when, as I have said, a man starts to find the hopes, and the strength, and the buoyancy of youth left behind, while years and years of life lie stretching out before him. The coach he has travelled by drops him here. There is no appeal, there is no help; therefore, let him take off his hat and wish the new passengers good speed without either envy or repining. Behld, he has had his turn, and let whosoever will, mount on the box-seat of life again, and tip the coachman and handle the ribbons - he shall take that journey no more, no more for ever. ("The Banshee's Warning")

Charlotte Riddell
in-good-truth-he-had-started-in-london-with-some-vague-idea-that-as-his-life-in-it-would-not-be-long-continuance-pace-at-which-he-elected-to-travel-would-be-little-consequence-bu
NAMING THE EARTH (a poem of light for national poetry day) And the world will be born again in circles of steaming breath and beams of light as each one of us directs our inner eye upon its name. Hear the cry of wings, the sigh of leaves and grass, smell the new sweet mist rising as the pathway is cleared at last. Stones stand ready - they have known since ages and ages ago that they were not alone. Water carries the planet's energy into skies and down to earth and bones. The cold parts steadily as we come together, bodies and hearts warm, hands tingling. We are silent but our eyes are singing. We look, we feel, we know, we trust each other's souls, we have no need to speak. Not now, but later, when the time is right, the name will ring within the iron core of each other's listening - and the very earth's being. Every creature, every plant, will hear it calling, tolling like a bell - a sound we've always felt but never dared to hope to hear reverberating - true at last, at every level of existence. The poets come together to open the intimate centre. Believe in life and air - breathe the light itself, for these are the energies and rhythms that we need to see, to touch, to reach, to identify, to say, the NAME. Colours on your skin fuse and dissolve - leave the river clean for pure space and time to enter and flow in. We all become one fluid stream of stillness and motion, of flaring thought pulses discovering weird pools and twists within where darkness hides from the flames in our eyes but will not snare us. We probe deeper still, journeying towards a unity which will be more raw and yet also more formed than anything written or spoken before. Our fragile bodies fall away - and the trees, and the roots of trees, guide us - lead us away from the faces we remember seeing each day in the mirror - into an ocean of dreams seething with warmth, love, where the beginning is real, ripe, evolving. And the world is born again in circles of steaming breath and beams of light. An ache - a signal - a trembling moment - and the time is right to say the name. We sing as one whole voice of the universal - all the words, the names of every tiny thirsting thing, and they ring out together as one sound, one energy, one sense, one vibration, one breath. And the world listens, beats, shines, glows - IS - Exists!

Jay Woodman
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