Sansara Quotes

“Цветы из земли выходят

на стеблях — живых флагштоках,

бабочки в желтых шалях

пляшут в чертополохах.

Шмели разгуделись, травы

чертят тенями тропку,

трещат парусишки мака —

ветер им задал трепку.

Летуче тепло — случайно

шальное выпадет счастье.

Светла над лугами лета,

далека от злобы и страсти,

звезда любви сотворила

ивановой ночи благость.

Кто еще так старался

дать нам покой и радость?”
― Harry Martinson, Aniara

“Забыв о горах и драконов сведя подчистую,

без мифов оставшись, мы видим лишь бабу нагую.

К чертям Руководство! Скорее узнать у красотки,

как викинги ладят драконоголовые лодки?

И я для начала спросил у красы обнаженной:

"Неужто же я нахожусь во владенье Дракона?"

А Дева в ответ: «Мое племя кричало из пламени: "Sombra!"

А племя твое напустило огонь на Ксиномбру.

Я нас ненавижу с такою же силой, с какою

в "летучих садах" берегу и люблю все живое».”
― Harry Martinson, Aniara

“Я встретил раз Шефорка в коридоре,
ведущем в гупта-зал. И он с презреньем
спросил: «Как долы Дорис, как там зори?
И что с кукушкой, что с дроздовьим пеньем?
Быть может, Мима вдосталь настрадалась?
Я помню, вы весьма с похвальным рвеньем
в ее груди искали центр страданий.
Так что, нашли хотя бы эту малость?»

По форме салютую. Осторожно
докладываю: с горя умерла
Провидица, поняв, что невозможно
нам убежать из клетки в замке зла.

Шефорк загоготал, как будто Мима
отгрохала смешную передачу.
А я, свой дом в долине Дорис вспомнив,
стою в тоске и только что не плачу.

Шефорку вид отчаянья несносен,
он удалился. Я столбом стоял.
Еще не скоро вереница весен
протопчет тропку к Миме в стылый зал.

Не скоро мы добьемся искупленья
за совершенный нами тяжкий грех.
Да, я ищу настойчиво. Советы
и помощь принимаю ото всех.”
― Harry Martinson, Aniara

“Love is the only miracle there is. Love is the ladder from hell to heaven. Love learned well, you have learned all. Love missed, you missed your whole life.

One who knows love has known the Beloved: love is the insight into the Beloved. One who asks about light, simply says that he is blind. One who asks about God, simply says his heart has not bloomed into love.

Never ask about God. If you cannot see him that simply shows you don't have eyes to see. If you cannot hear him that simply shows you are deaf. If you cannot touch him that simply shows you are without hands -- that you don't have any sensitivity.

God is not far away, God is herenow. All that is, is in God and is God -- so how can God be the problem? God is not to be searched: where will you search him? He is everywhere -- you just have to learn how to open your eyes of love. Once love has penetrated your heart, God is there. In the thrill of love is the Beloved: in the vision of love is the vision of God.

Love changes the whole climate of your inner being -- and with that change the whole existence is changed.

Nothing is changed on the outside -- but once you are full of love you have a totally different existence available to you.

God and the world are not two things, it is the one existence.

There is only one existence: seen without love, it looks material; seen without love, God looks like the world -- SANSARA. Seen with love, the world is transformed, transfigured... and the very world becomes divine.

Yes, then in sight there is music. When love has dawned, then miracles happen -- even in sight there is music; in sound, a luminous silence. Love is magical. And Kabir's whole teaching is that of love: he calls love "the divine melody." The heart, pulsating in love, becomes a flute on the lips of God... and a song is born. That song is religion.

...religion is born only when somebody pulsates with love. Each individual has to give birth to a religion..
To be religious you have to give birth to religion in your innermost core, in your very core: when religion is born THERE, only then are you religious.

When you are born in love, religion is born in you -- and then your whole life is a melody, a beautiful song. And then you will be surprised that nothing is wrong: all fits together. Right now, nothing fits together. Right now, you are a mess: right now, you are an anarchy. Right now, you are just traffic noise -- rushing in all directions, falling apart, disintegrating. Right now, you are nothing but anguish, agony. Once love is born, you have a center. Once love is born, you are centered -- and everything falls in tune with the center. You become an orchestra, a beautiful harmony. It is hidden in you: you have brought it into the world, it is yet unmanifest. Kabir says: Manifest it -- let your love be manifested. In that manifestation will be your prayer.”
― Osho, The Divine Melody: Discourses on Songs of Kabir