INSPIRING QUOTES Successful,
inspirational, unique, On my path to seek. Success
is doing what makes me resonate, No longer will I continue to hesitate. Inspirational
is about empowering others, No longer can I stay under cover. Unique
is "to do what I love and love what I do", Discarding others' limitations
of "who are you!?" Honoring
my energy, Joining Spirit in synergy. Being
in alignment, That's my assignment. Putting
my intention out to the Universe, Letting go then see what comes first. Honoring
and nurturing my heart's desire, Conscious attention on the element of fire. Allowing
my inner truth to bring me to authenticity, Letting go of the tyrannical burden
of scarcity. Honoring
the sound of the resonance within, Patience &awareness I'm sure to manifest
then. Letting
go of my old imposed upon legacy, Listening to inner truth and my authenticity. No
longer can you only go so far, Limitation and scarcity isn't who you really
are. So
patiently cultivate the messages appearing, Peering through clouds until you
really are seeing.
The
obstacles all having their particular reason, Leading you to live your life's
passion. Jerry
Brown
There
is a vitality, a life force, a quickening That is translated through you into
action, And because there is only one of you in all time, This expression
is unique. If you
block it, It will never exist through any other medium And will be lost. The
world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is; nor
how valuable it is; Nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your
business to keep it yours, clearly and directly, To keep the channel open. You
do not have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and
aware and directly To the urges that motivate you. Keep
the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever
at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction; A blessed unrest
that keeps us marching And makes us more alive than the others. Martha
Graham and Agnes Demille
The
Journey One day you
finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept
shouting their bad advice-- though the whole house began to tremble and
you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice
cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind
pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was
terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road
full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left
their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and
there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept
you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined
to do the only thing you could do-- determined to save the only life
you could save. Mary
Oliver
This being
human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A
joy, a depression, a meanness Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected
visitor. Welcome,
and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows Who violently
sweep your house empty of its furniture. Still,
treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The
dark thought, the shame, the malice Go to the door laughing And invite them
in. Be grateful for
whoever comes For each has been sent As a guide from beyond. Rumi
Be
patient toward all that is unresolved in your heart. Try to love the questions
themselves like locked rooms and like books written in a very foreign
tongue. Do not seek now the answers, which cannot be given to you because you
would not be able to live them. And
the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. ...perhaps
you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant
day into the answer... Rainer
Maria Rilke
you
suppose you are the trouble but you are the cure you suppose that you are
the lock on the door but you are the key that opens it Its too bad
that you want to be someone else You dont see your own face, your own
beauty Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours. Rumi |