“Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart”
“El tiempo es vida por sí mismo,
y la vida reside en el corazón”
Michael Andreas Helmuth Ende (1929-1995) was a German writer of fantasy novels and children’s books. He was born in Garmisch (Bavaria, Germany), son of the surrealist painter Edgar Ende. He died in Stuttgart (Germany) of stomach cancer.
“Life is like riding a bicycle, to keep your balance you must keep moving”
Thanks Mr. Myer Green.
Sunday, 21th setember 2008.
Airport of Luton. The UK.
“Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent”
“Deja que cada ojo decida por sí mismo y no confíe en ningún otro”
“Permet que chaque oeil décide par loui même et n’ait pas confiance dans aucun autre”
“Deixa que cada ull decideixi per ell mateix i no es refií de ningú”
“Seek not to change the world, but choose to change your mind about the world”. “This instant is the only time there is”.
A Course in Miracles
“Teachers open the door but you must walk through it yourself”.
“When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma,
we become automatons. We cease to grow”.
“You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star”
“It takes time to build a castle”.
“It is only when a hammer doesn’t work that
you suddenly realise that it is a hammer”
“Believe nothing just because a so-called wise person said it.
Believe nothing just because a belief is generally held.
Believe nothing just because it is said in ancient books.
Believe nothing just because it is said to be of divine origin.
Believe nothing just because someone else believes it.
Believe only what you yourself test and judge to be true”
We know beauty because there is ugly.
We know good because is evil.
Being and not being,
having and not having,
create each other.
Difficult and easy,
long and short,
high and low, define each other,
just as before and after follow each other.
The dialectic of sound gives voice to music,
always transforming “is” from “was”
as the ancestors of “to be”.
teach without telling,
allow without commanding,
have without possessing,
care without claiming.
In this way we harvest eternal importance
because we never announce it.
TAO TE CHING
a new translation and commentary by Ralph Alan Dale
Photograph by John Cleare