Nothing is hidden so much that it wouldn't be revealed through its fruit.
No matter whether "I" feels victorious or defeated, elated or discouraged, these are mere phantoms compared to consciousness itself.
All the gods, all the heavens, all the hells, are within you.
I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.
There's no reality except the one contained within us. That's why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself.
Art does not reflect what is seen, rather it makes the hidden visible.
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
The only reality is the one we have inside us. What makes most people’s lives so artificial and unworthy is that they falsely regard outside images as reality and they never allow their own inner world to speak.
All names and forms are the garbs and covers under which the one life is hidden.
Time is the horizontal dimension of life, the surface layer of reality. Then there is the vertical dimension of depth, accessible only through the portal of the present moment.
No matter how long you stand there examining yourself naked before a mirror, you'll never see reflected what's inside.
We have a thin candy shell, I'm surprised you didn't know that.
Imagination creates reality.
We make our own world by the way in which we think; for we really do live in a world of our own thoughts.
One of the cosmic laws, I think, is that whatever we hold in our thought will come true in our experience.
In the stillness of your presence, you can feel your own formless and timeless reality as the unmanifested life that animates your physical form. You can then feel the same life deep within every other human and every other creature. You look beyond the veil of form and separation. This is the realization of oneness. This is love.
Your life is a mirror. Life gives us not what we want. Life gives us who we are
I see Christ as the incarnation of the piper who is calling us. He dances that shape and pattern which is at the heart of our reality.
As if you cut open a rag doll with a sill name, and found inside:Real intestines, real lungs, a beating heart and blood. A lot of hot, sticky blood.
For what we think upon, that we become.
The soul is the truth of who we are.
Life itself is ... a sleep within a sleep.
The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen.
Our subconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes and cannot tell the difference between reality and an imagined thought or image. What we continually think about eventually will manifest in our lives.
Logic helps us to strip off the outward disguise of things, and to behold and judge of them in their own nature.
