Travel Stories, Music, Photography, Medicine, Wanderlust thru eyes of an Himalayan Hermit
Monday, June 1, 2009
the pearls of Nikos Kazantzakis
I said to the almond tree: "Speak to me of God" and the almond tree blossomed....
There is only one woman in the world. One woman, with many faces......
Whoever climbed the Lord's mountain had to possess clean hands and an innocent heart; otherwise the Summit would kill him. Today the doorway is deserted. Soiled hands and sinful hearts are able to pass by without fear, for the Summit kills no longer.
I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.
Blessed be that haughty mind that aimed at the greatest hope!
Speak straight and clear! I only hear that manly prayer which like a huge fist breaks my head against the stones.
We will not leave! We guard the innocent soul of man!
A woman's body is a dark and monstrous mystery...
I BELIEVE IN THE INNUMERABLE, THE EPHEMERAL MASKS WHICH GOD HAS ASSUMED THROUGHOUT THE CENTURIES, AND BEHIND HIS CEASELESS FLUX I DISCERN AN INDESTRUCTIBLE UNITY.
Every person, after completing his service in all labors, reaches finally the highest summit of endeavor, beyond every labor, where he no longer struggles or shouts, where he ripens fully in silence, indestructibly, eternally, with the entire Universe.
Contend with the powers of nature, force them to the yoke of superior purpose. Free that spirit which struggles within them and longs to mingle with that spirit which struggles within you.
Die every day. Be born every day. Deny everything you have every day. The superior virtue is not to be free but to fight for freedom
At every moment of crisis an array of men risk their lives in the front ranks as standard-bearers of God to fight and take upon themselves the whole responsibility of the battle.
The star dies, but the light never dies; such also is the cry of freedom.
All hopes and despairs vanish in the voracious, funneling whirlwind of God.
Earth rises up in your brains and sees her entire body for the first time.
The doors of heaven and hell are adjacent and identical.
Free yourself from the terror of the heart that seeks and hopes to find the essence of things.
I love, I feel pain, I struggle. The world seems to me wider than the mind, my heart a dark and almighty mystery.