Loving Worship

Human beings must be known to be loved;

but Divine beings must be loved to be known.

- Blaise Pascal

I never knew how to worship

until I knew how to love.

- Henry Ward Beecher

Imagine That

Trust that little voice in your head that says
"Wouldn't it be interesting if...";
And then do it.
Duane Michals

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man

contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

All men who have achieved great things have been great dreamers.
Orison Swett Marden

Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.
Jessamyn West

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.

Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living,

it's a way of looking at life through
the wrong end of a telescope.

Which is what I do, and that enables you
to laugh at life's realities.
Theodor Geisel (Dr. Seuss)

Imagination and fiction make up more than three quarters of our real life.
Simone Weil

Imagination rules the world.
Napoleon Bonaparte

I paint objects as I think them,
not as I see them.
Pablo Picasso

It's not what you look at that matters,
it's what you see.
Henry David Thoreau

Live out of your imagination,
not your history.
Stephen Covey

I saw the angel in the marble and carved
until I set him free.
Michelangelo

If everyone is thinking alike,

then somebody isn't thinking.
George S. Patton

You can't depend on your eyes
when your imagination is out of focus.
Mark Twain

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were.
But without it we go nowhere.
Carl Sagan

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition
end by starving the best part of the mind.
William Butler Yeats

Personally, I would sooner have written Alice in Wonderland
than the whole Encyclopedia Britannica.
Stephen Leacock

There are no rules of architecture
for a castle in the clouds.
Gilbert K. Chesterton

You can't wait for inspiration.
You have to go after it with a club.
Jack London

The Mahogany Tree by William Makepeace Thackeray

Christmas is here;
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we;
Little we fear
Weather without,
Shelter’d about
The Mahogany Tree.

Once on the boughs
Birds of rare plume
Sang, in its bloom;
Night birds are we;
Here we carouse,
Singing, like them,
Perch’d round the stem
Of the jolly old tree.

Here let us sport,
Boys, as we sit—
Laughter and wit
Flashing so free.
Life is but short—
When we are gone,
Let them sing on,
Round the old tree.

Evenings we knew,
Happy as this;
Faces we miss,
Pleasant to see.
Kind hearts and true,
Gentle and just,  
Peace to your dust!
We sing round the tree.

Care, like a dun,
Lurks at the gate:
Let the dog wait;  
Happy we ’ll be!
Drink every one;
Pile up the coals,
Fill the red bowls,
Round the old tree.

Drain we the cup.—
Friend, art afraid?
Spirits are laid
In the Red Sea.
Mantle it up;
Empty it yet;
Let us forget,
Round the old tree.

Sorrows, begone!
Life and its ills,
Duns and their bills,
Bid we to flee.
Come with the dawn,
Blue-devil sprite,
Leave us to-night, 
Round the old tree.

Noël by Anne Porter

When snow is shaken
From the balsam trees
And they're cut down
And brought into our houses

When clustered sparks
Of many-colored fire
Appear at night
In ordinary windows

We hear and sing
The customary carols

They bring us ragged miracles
And hay and candles
And flowering weeds of poetry
That are loved all the more
Because they are so common

But there are carols
That carry phrases
Of the haunting music
Of the other world
A music wild and dangerous
As a prophet's message

Or the fresh truth of children
Who though they come to us
From our own bodies
Are altogether new
With their small limbs
And birdlike voices

They look at us
With their clear eyes
And ask the piercing questions
God alone can answer.

What Was Told by Rumi

What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.

What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was

whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them

so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is

being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that's happening here.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,

in love with the one to whom every that belongs!

Barter by Sara Teasdale

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder in a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstacy
Give all you have been, or could be.

If you keep seeking the jewel of understanding...

If you keep seeking the jewel of understanding,
then you are a mine of understanding in the making.
If you live to reach the Essence one day,
then your life itself is an expression of the Essence.
Know that in the final analysis you are that
which you search for.

Abu-Said Abil-Kheir (967-1049)

English version by Vraje Abramian