Reality is a tapestry of perpetual change.
Penetrate that and reach the serenity beyond.
Rumi puts it this way:
“Out beyond the ideas of wrong doing and right doing there is a field…
I´ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full
to talk about. Ideas, language, even
the phrase “eath other” doesn´t make any sense.”
“The Things fall apart; The centre cannot hold,”
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
William Butler Yeats, The Second Coming
“What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody who wants to do us harm.
No, no it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them.”
D. H. Lawrence, Complete Poems
“A man is but the products of his thoughts.
What he thinks – he becomes.”