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A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah
The Garden
the Garden
the Garden of Forking Paths
the Garden of Paradise
the Garden-Temple of Dreams
The Infinite Garden
the Infinite Garden
the Sound Garden
Virtual Garden



Garden of Eden, one of the 6 angels of repentance,

Garden of Eden. See EDEN; GAN-EDEN; PARADISE

Garden of Eden ::: See Eden.

Garden of Eden.]

Garden of Eden]

Garden of Eden, where they come upon Adam

gardened ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Garden

gardener ::: n. --> One who makes and tends a garden; a horticulturist.

garden-house ::: a house built in a garden, often a smaller summer-house.

gardenia ::: n. --> A genus of plants, some species of which produce beautiful and fragrant flowers; Cape jasmine; -- so called in honor of Dr. Alexander Garden.

gardening ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Garden ::: n. --> The art of occupation of laying out and cultivating gardens; horticulture.

gardenless ::: a. --> Destitute of a garden.

gardenly ::: a. --> Like a garden.

garden ::: n. --> A piece of ground appropriated to the cultivation of herbs, fruits, flowers, or vegetables.
A rich, well-cultivated spot or tract of country. ::: v. i. --> To lay out or cultivate a garden; to labor in a garden; to practice horticulture.

garden of Eden. [Rf. Mathers, The Greater Key of

garden of the Gods

garden of the Spouse

gardenship ::: n. --> Horticulture.


(1680-1758 AD) Sufi poet and Qawwali, born near Bahawalpur, Pakistan. His message was one of truth, love and compassion. His guide was Hazrat Shah Inayat, a well-known Qadiri Sufi and gardener by profession. Bullah asked his guide, "I

academy ::: n. --> A garden or grove near Athens (so named from the hero Academus), where Plato and his followers held their philosophical conferences; hence, the school of philosophy of which Plato was head.
An institution for the study of higher learning; a college or a university. Popularly, a school, or seminary of learning, holding a rank between a college and a common school.
A place of training; a school.
A society of learned men united for the advancement of the

Acher (Hebrew) ’Aḥēr In an allegory in the Talmud (Hag 14b), one of four tanna’im (teachers) to enter the Garden of Delight, i.e., to seek initiation into the sacred science. His real name was ’Elisha‘ ben ’Abuyah. A famous Talmudic scholar before he “failed” the initiation, he became an apostate and was called Aher (stranger). Of the four that entered, Ben Asai looked — and died; Ben Zoma looked — and lost his reason; Aher made ravages in the plantation; and Aqiba, who had entered in peace, left in peace (Kab 67-8).

Adam (Hebrew) ’Ādām [from ’ādām to be red, ruddy] Used in Genesis for man, original mankind; the Qabbalah enumerates four Adams. The Archetypal or Heavenly Man (’Adam Qadmon) is the prototype for the second, androgyne Adam. From these two emanates the third Adam, preterrestrial and innocent, though still further removed from the divine prototype Adam Qadmon. The fourth Adam is “the Third Adam as he was after the Fall,” the terrestrial Adam of the Garden of Eden, our earthly sexual humanity (Qabbalah Myer 418).

AGM Theory for Belief Revision "artificial intelligence" (After the initials of the authors who established the field - Alchourron, Makinson and Gardenfors). A method of {belief revision} giving minimal properties a revision process should have. [Reference?] (1995-03-20)

AGM Theory for Belief Revision ::: (artificial intelligence) (After the initials of the authors who established the field - Alchourron, Makinson and Gardenfors). A method of belief revision giving minimal properties a revision process should have.[Reference?] (1995-03-20)

agony ::: n. --> Violent contest or striving.
Pain so extreme as to cause writhing or contortions of the body, similar to those made in the athletic contests in Greece; and hence, extreme pain of mind or body; anguish; paroxysm of grief; specifically, the sufferings of Christ in the garden of Gethsemane.
Paroxysm of joy; keen emotion.
The last struggle of life; death struggle.

alcove ::: n. --> A recessed portion of a room, or a small room opening into a larger one; especially, a recess to contain a bed; a lateral recess in a library.
A small ornamental building with seats, or an arched seat, in a pleasure ground; a garden bower.
Any natural recess analogous to an alcove or recess in an apartment.

alcoves ::: recessed spaces, as bowers in a garden; arched recesses or niches in the wall of any structure.

alley ::: n. --> A narrow passage; especially a walk or passage in a garden or park, bordered by rows of trees or bushes; a bordered way.
A narrow passage or way in a city, as distinct from a public street.
A passageway between rows of pews in a church.
Any passage having the entrance represented as wider than the exit, so as to give the appearance of length.
The space between two rows of compositors&

althea ::: n. --> A genus of plants of the Mallow family. It includes the officinal marsh mallow, and the garden hollyhocks.
An ornamental shrub (Hibiscus Syriacus) of the Mallow family.

Amal: “‘The garden of the Spouse’ is the psychic domain of love.

Amal: “‘The garden of the Spouse’ is the psychic domain of love.”

AmrapAlī. (P. AmbapAlī [alt. AmbapAlikA]; T. A mra skyong ma; C. Anpoluonü; J. Anbaranyo; K. Ambaranyo 菴婆羅女). A courtesan in the city of VAIsALĪ (P. VesAli) and famous patron of the Buddha, who donated her mango grove (the AmrapAlīvana) to the SAMGHA. PAli sources describe her as a woman of exceptional beauty, who is said to have been spontaneously born at the foot of a mango tree in the king's garden, whence her name. As a young maiden, many princes vied for her hand in marriage. To quell the unrest, she was appointed courtesan of the city. She is said to have charged her patrons the extraordinary amount of fifty kahApanas for a night with her. So much revenue flowed into the coffers of VaisAlī through her business that BIMBISARA, the king of RAJAGṚHA, decided to install a courtesan at his capital as well. It was during the Buddha's last visit to VaisAlī, shortly before his death, that AmrapAlī first encountered his teachings. Hearing that the famous sage was to preach in the nearby town of KotigAma, she went there with a retinue of chariots to listen to him preach. Enthralled by his sermon, she invited him for his meal the next morning. Delighted at his acceptance and proud by nature, she refused to give way to the powerful Licchavi princes whom she met on the road, and who likewise had intended to invite the Buddha the next day. Knowing the effect such beauty could have on minds of men, the Buddha admonished his disciples to be mindful in her presence lest they become infatuated. At the conclusion of the meal, AmrapAlī offered to the Buddha and his order her park, AmrapAlīvana, which was the venue of several sermons on the foundations of mindfulness (S. SMṚTYUPASTHANA; P. SATIPAttHANA). AmrapAlī's son Vimala Kaundinya (P. KondaNNa) entered the order and became a renowned elder. Listening to him preach one day, AmrapAlī renounced the world and became a nun. Practicing insight (VIPAsYANA) and contemplating the faded beauty of her own aging body, she became an ARHAT.

and in Targum Yerushalmi, we learn that the language God used at Creation and in the Garden

andropetalous ::: a. --> Produced by the conversion of the stamens into petals, as double flowers, like the garden ranunculus.

anemone ::: n. --> A genus of plants of the Ranunculus or Crowfoot family; windflower. Some of the species are cultivated in gardens.
The sea anemone. See Actinia, and Sea anemone.

Angels of the Garden of Eden—the 2 angels

Aphrodite (Greek) Greek Goddess of love and beauty, in older times regarded as signifying the harmony of cosmos. Originally the daughter of Zeus and Dione, a lunar deity like Aphrodite, both being represented with the horns of the moon or of the zodiacal sign Taurus; but the same deity in ancient mystical philosophy may be at once mother, wife, and daughter — so difficult is it to find among our common notions a symbolism that will convey the full meaning anciently intended. Later, under Eastern influence, she was said to have been born from the sea foam and to have landed in a seashell on the isle of Cythera. A sea goddess as well as an earth goddess of gardens, groves, and springtime, she was the wife of Hephaestus and connected also with Ares and Adonis; mother of Eros. As Aphrodite Urania, she was identified with the goddess of heaven Astarte, and later under Platonic influence came to represent spiritual love as opposed to earthly love, represented by Aphrodite Pandemos. Among her analogs are Isis, Ishtar, Mylitta, Eve, Vach, etc., all the mother of all living beings and of the gods, cosmically. The Romans identified Aphrodite with Venus, and the Egyptians with Hathor.

appurtenance ::: n. --> That which belongs to something else; an adjunct; an appendage; an accessory; something annexed to another thing more worthy; in common parlance and legal acceptation, something belonging to another thing as principal, and which passes as incident to it, as a right of way, or other easement to land; a right of common to pasture, an outhouse, barn, garden, or orchard, to a house or messuage. In a strict legal sense, land can never pass as an appurtenance to land.

ArAma. (T. kun dga' ra ba; C. yuan; J. on; K. won 園). In Sanskrit and PAli, "park" or "pleasure grove"; a term that originally referred to a garden, a favorite site for the teaching or practice of the dharma. The term came to mean an enclosed area, often in or near a city, which contained permanent dwellings for the use of monks during the annual rains retreat (VARsA). The dwellings were built and maintained by a donor (DANAPATI), who offered them to the SAMGHA for its use. An ArAma donated as property to the saMgha was called a saMghArAma and is considered to be the forerunner of the monastery, or VIHARA. These residences were often named after their donors, e.g., the JETAVANA-ArAma in sRAVASTĪ, named after Prince JETA.

Asmodeus: In demonography, a destructive demon, at times identified with the serpent of the Garden of Eden, also with Samael (q.v.).

asparagus ::: n. --> A genus of perennial plants belonging to the natural order Liliaceae, and having erect much branched stems, and very slender branchlets which are sometimes mistaken for leaves. Asparagus racemosus is a shrubby climbing plant with fragrant flowers. Specifically: The Asparagus officinalis, a species cultivated in gardens.
The young and tender shoots of A. officinalis, which form a valuable and well-known article of food.

as sensible as a dictionary "humour" In Lewis Carroll's {Through the Looking Glass and what Alice found there (}, in the chapter {The Garden of Live Flowers (

balabhava ::: the state of being (like) a child; childhood; childlikeness; the childlikeness of the free physical mind, "a state of pure happy and free irresponsibility of action"; "the royal and eternal childhood whose toys are the worlds and all universal Nature is the miraculous garden of the play that tires never". bala b ala bh bhava

balsamine ::: n. --> The Impatiens balsamina, or garden balsam.

balsam ::: n. --> A resin containing more or less of an essential or volatile oil.
A species of tree (Abies balsamea).
An annual garden plant (Impatiens balsamina) with beautiful flowers; balsamine.
Anything that heals, soothes, or restores. ::: v. t.

bandicoot ::: n. --> A species of very large rat (Mus giganteus), found in India and Ceylon. It does much injury to rice fields and gardens.
A ratlike marsupial animal (genus Perameles) of several species, found in Australia and Tasmania.

bed ::: 1. A piece or part forming a foundation or base; a stratum. 2. The grave. 3. A sleeping-place generally; any extemporized resting place. 4. A piece or area of ground in a garden or lawn in which plants are grown. beds.

bed ::: n. --> An article of furniture to sleep or take rest in or on; a couch. Specifically: A sack or mattress, filled with some soft material, in distinction from the bedstead on which it is placed (as, a feather bed), or this with the bedclothes added. In a general sense, any thing or place used for sleeping or reclining on or in, as a quantity of hay, straw, leaves, or twigs.
(Used as the symbol of matrimony) Marriage.
A plat or level piece of ground in a garden, usually a little

bell pepper ::: --> A species of Capsicum, or Guinea pepper (C. annuum). It is the red pepper of the gardens.

Garden of Eden, one of the 6 angels of repentance,

Garden of Eden. See EDEN; GAN-EDEN; PARADISE

Garden of Eden ::: See Eden.

Garden of Eden.]

Garden of Eden]

Garden of Eden, where they come upon Adam

Bioremediation ::: Use of living organisms to clean up oil spills or remove other pollutants from soil, water, or wastewater; use of organisms such as non-harmful insects to remove agricultural pests or counteract diseases of trees, plants, and garden soil.

Bloom, Harold. Blake’s Apocalypse. Garden City, N.Y.:

border ::: n. 1. A part that forms the outer edge of something. 2. The line or frontier area separating political divisions or geographic regions; a boundary. 3. A strip of ground, as that at the edge of a garden or walk, an edging. borders. v. 4. To form the boundary of; be contiguous to. fig. To confine. 5. To lie adjacent to another. bordered.

border ::: n. --> The outer part or edge of anything, as of a garment, a garden, etc.; margin; verge; brink.
A boundary; a frontier of a state or of the settled part of a country; a frontier district.
A strip or stripe arranged along or near the edge of something, as an ornament or finish.
A narrow flower bed.

box ::: n. --> A tree or shrub, flourishing in different parts of the world. The common box (Buxus sempervirens) has two varieties, one of which, the dwarf box (B. suffruticosa), is much used for borders in gardens. The wood of the tree varieties, being very hard and smooth, is extensively used in the arts, as by turners, engravers, mathematical instrument makers, etc.
A receptacle or case of any firm material and of various shapes.

BuddhadAsa. (1906-1993). Prominent Thai monk, Buddhist reformer, teacher of meditation, and ecumenical figure. Born the son of a merchant in the village of Pum Riang in southern Thailand, he was educated at Buddhist temple schools. It was customary for males in Thailand to be ordained as Buddhist monks for three months at the age of twenty and then return to lay life. BuddhadAsa decided, however, to remain a monk and quickly gained a reputation as a brilliant thinker, meditator, and teacher. He dwelled for several years in the Thai capital of Bangkok to further his studies but grew disillusioned with the prevailing practices of the SAMGHA in the city, which he perceived to be lax and corrupt. In 1932, he returned home to an abandoned monastery near his native village to live a simple life, practice meditation, and teach the dharma. He named his monastery Wat Suan MokkhabalArAma (Garden of the Power of Liberation), which is usually abbreviated to Suan Mokkh, the Garden of Liberation. The monastery became one of the first VIPASSANA (S. VIPAsYANA) (insight meditation) centers in southern Thailand. BuddhadAsa spent most of his life at this forest monastery overlooking the sea. Although his formal scholastic training was limited, BuddhadAsa studied PAli scriptures extensively, in particular the SUTTAPItAKA, to uncover their true meaning, which he felt had become obscured by centuries of commentarial overlays, ritual practices, and monastic politics. A gifted orator, his numerous sermons and talks were transcribed and fill an entire room of the National Library in Bangkok. In his writings, many of which are his transcribed sermons, he eschewed the formal style of traditional scholastic commentary in favor of a more informal, and in many ways controversial, approach in which he questioned many of the more popular practices of Thai Buddhism. For example, he spoke out strongly against the practice of merit-making in which lay people offer gifts to monks in the belief that they will receive material reward in their next life. BuddhadAsa argued that this traditionally dominant form of lay practice only keeps the participants in the cycle of rebirth because it is based on attachment, whereas the true form of giving is the giving up of the self. Instead, BuddhadAsa believed that, because of conditioned origination (PRATĪTYASAMUTPADA), people are naturally connected through a shared environment and are in fact capable of living harmoniously together. The hindrance to such a harmony comes from attachments to "I" and "mine," which must therefore be severed. Modern and ecumenical in perspective, BuddhadAsa sought to strip traditional Buddhism of what he regarded as obscurantism and superstition, and present the Buddha's teachings in a rational scientific idiom that acknowledged kindred teachings in other religions. BuddhadAsa's interpretations of the dharma have had a great impact on contemporary Buddhist thought in Thailand and are especially influential among the urban intelligentsia, social reformers, and environmentalists. His teachings are often cited as foundational by advocates of engaged Buddhism. The monastery he founded has become a venue for the training of foreign monks and nuns and for interfaith dialogue between Buddhists of different traditions, as well as between Buddhists and adherents of other religions.

buddha. (T. sangs rgyas; C. fo; J. butsu/hotoke; K. pul 佛). In Sanskrit and PAli, "awakened one" or "enlightened one"; an epithet derived from the Sanskrit root √budh, meaning "to awaken" or "to open up" (as does a flower) and thus traditionally etymologized as one who has awakened from the deep sleep of ignorance and opened his consciousness to encompass all objects of knowledge. The term was used in ancient India by a number of different religious groups, but came to be most strongly associated with followers of the teacher GAUTAMA, the "Sage of the sAKYA Clan" (sAKYAMUNI), who claimed to be only the most recent of a succession of buddhas who had appeared in the world over many eons of time (KALPA). In addition to sAkyamuni, there are many other buddhas named in Buddhist literature, from various lists of buddhas of the past, present, and future, to "buddhas of the ten directions" (dasadigbuddha), viz., everywhere. Although the precise nature of buddhahood is debated by the various schools, a buddha is a person who, in the far distant past, made a previous vow (PuRVAPRAnIDHANA) to become a buddha in order to reestablish the dispensation or teaching (sASANA) at a time when it was lost to the world. The path to buddhahood is much longer than that of the ARHAT-as many as three incalculable eons of time (ASAMKHYEYAKALPA) in some computations-because of the long process of training over the BODHISATTVA path (MARGA), involving mastery of the six or ten "perfections" (PARAMITA). Buddhas can remember both their past lives and the past lives of all sentient beings, and relate events from those past lives in the JATAKA and AVADANA literature. Although there is great interest in the West in the "biography" of Gautama or sAkyamuni Buddha, the early tradition seemed intent on demonstrating his similarity to the buddhas of the past rather than his uniqueness. Such a concern was motivated in part by the need to demonstrate that what the Buddha taught was not the innovation of an individual, but rather the rediscovery of a timeless truth (what the Buddha himself called "an ancient path" [S. purAnamArga, P. purAnamagga]) that had been discovered in precisely the same way, since time immemorial, by a person who undertook the same type of extended preparation. In this sense, the doctrine of the existence of past buddhas allowed the early Buddhist community to claim an authority similar to that of the Vedas of their Hindu rivals and of the JAINA tradition of previous tīrthankaras. Thus, in their biographies, all of the buddhas of the past and future are portrayed as doing many of the same things. They all sit cross-legged in their mother's womb; they are all born in the "middle country" (madhyadesa) of the continent of JAMBUDVĪPA; immediately after their birth they all take seven steps to the north; they all renounce the world after seeing the four sights (CATURNIMITTA; an old man, a sick man, a dead man, and a mendicant) and after the birth of a son; they all achieve enlightenment seated on a bed of grass; they stride first with their right foot when they walk; they never stoop to pass through a door; they all establish a SAMGHA; they all can live for an eon if requested to do so; they never die before their teaching is complete; they all die after eating meat. Four sites on the earth are identical for all buddhas: the place of enlightenment, the place of the first sermon that "turns the wheel of the dharma" (DHARMACAKRAPRAVARTANA), the place of descending from TRAYASTRIMsA (heaven of the thirty-three), and the place of their bed in JETAVANA monastery. Buddhas can differ from each other in only eight ways: life span, height, caste (either brAhmana or KsATRIYA), the conveyance by which they go forth from the world, the period of time spent in the practice of asceticism prior to their enlightenment, the kind of tree they sit under on the night of their enlightenment, the size of their seat there, and the extent of their aura. In addition, there are twelve deeds that all buddhas (dvAdasabuddhakArya) perform. (1) They descend from TUsITA heaven for their final birth; (2) they enter their mother's womb; (3) they take birth in LUMBINĪ Garden; (4) they are proficient in the worldly arts; (5) they enjoy the company of consorts; (6) they renounce the world; (7) they practice asceticism on the banks of the NAIRANJANA River; (8) they go to the BODHIMAndA; (9) they subjugate MARA; (10) they attain enlightenment; (11) they turn the wheel of the dharma; and (12) they pass into PARINIRVAnA. They all have a body adorned with the thirty-two major marks (LAKsAnA; MAHAPURUsALAKsAnA) and the eighty secondary marks (ANUVYANJANA) of a great man (MAHAPURUsA). They all have two bodies: a physical body (RuPAKAYA) and a body of qualities (DHARMAKAYA; see BUDDHAKAYA). These qualities of a buddha are accepted by the major schools of Buddhism. It is not the case, as is sometimes suggested, that the buddha of the mainstream traditions is somehow more "human" and the buddha in the MAHAYANA somehow more "superhuman"; all Buddhist traditions relate stories of buddhas performing miraculous feats, such as the sRAVASTĪ MIRACLES described in mainstream materials. Among the many extraordinary powers of the buddhas are a list of "unshared factors" (AVEnIKA[BUDDHA]DHARMA) that are unique to them, including their perfect mindfulness and their inability ever to make a mistake. The buddhas have ten powers specific to them that derive from their unique range of knowledge (for the list, see BALA). The buddhas also are claimed to have an uncanny ability to apply "skill in means" (UPAYAKAUsALYA), that is, to adapt their teachings to the specific needs of their audience. This teaching role is what distinguishes a "complete and perfect buddha" (SAMYAKSAMBUDDHA) from a "solitary buddha" (PRATYEKABUDDHA) who does not teach: a solitary buddha may be enlightened but he neglects to develop the great compassion (MAHAKARUnA) that ultimately prompts a samyaksaMbuddha to seek to lead others to liberation. The MahAyAna develops an innovative perspective on the person of a buddha, which it conceived as having three bodies (TRIKAYA): the DHARMAKAYA, a transcendent principle that is sometimes translated as "truth body"; an enjoyment body (SAMBHOGAKAYA) that is visible only to advanced bodhisattvas in exalted realms; and an emanation body (NIRMAnAKAYA) that displays the deeds of a buddha to the world. Also in the MahAyAna is the notion of a universe filled with innumerable buddha-fields (BUDDHAKsETRA), the most famous of these being SUKHAVATĪ of AmitAbha. Whereas the mainstream traditions claim that the profundity of a buddha is so great that a single universe can only sustain one buddha at any one time, MahAyAna SuTRAs often include scenes of multiple buddhas appearing together. See also names of specific buddhas, including AKsOBHYA, AMITABHA, AMOGHASIDDHI, RATNASAMBHAVA, VAIROCANA. For indigenous language terms for buddha, see FO (C); HOTOKE (J); PHRA PHUTTHA JAO (Thai); PUCH'o(NIM) (K); SANGS RGYAS (T).

burnet ::: n. --> A genus of perennial herbs (Poterium); especially, P.Sanguisorba, the common, or garden, burnet.

busket ::: n. --> A small bush; also, a sprig or bouquet.
A part of a garden devoted to shrubs.

But a gardener

calicoback ::: n. --> The calico bass.
An hemipterous insect (Murgantia histrionica) which injures the cabbage and other garden plants; -- called also calico bug and harlequin cabbage bug.

campagnol ::: n. --> A mouse (Arvicala agrestis), called also meadow mouse, which often does great damage in fields and gardens, by feeding on roots and seeds.

candytuft ::: n. --> An annual plant of the genus Iberis, cultivated in gardens. The name was originally given to the I. umbellata, first, discovered in the island of Candia.

canna ::: n. --> A measure of length in Italy, varying from six to seven feet. See Cane, 4.
A genus of tropical plants, with large leaves and often with showy flowers. The Indian shot (C. Indica) is found in gardens of the northern United States.

Cassiel. In Enoch II, 8, the Garden of Eden and the

cave of treasures—a Garden of Eden incident

Chanyuan qinggui. (J. Zen'on shingi; K. Sonwon ch'onggyu 禪苑清規). In Chinese, "Pure Rules of the Chan Garden"; compiled by the CHAN master CHANGLU ZONGZE, in ten rolls. According to its preface, which is dated 1103, the Chanyuan qinggui was modeled on BAIZHANG HUAIHAI's legendary "rules of purity" (QINGGUI) and sought to provide a standardized set of monastic rules and an outline of institutional administration that could be used across all Chan monasteries. As the oldest extant example of the qinggui genre, the Chanyuan qinggui is an invaluable source for the study of early Chan monasticism. It was the first truly Chinese set of monastic regulations that came to rival in importance and influence the imported VINAYA materials of Indian Buddhism and it eventually came to be used not only in Chan monasteries but also in "public monasteries" (SHIFANG CHA) across the Chinese mainland. The Chanyuan qinggui provides meticulous descriptions of monastic precepts, life in the SAMGHA hall (SENGTANG), rites and rituals, manners of giving and receiving instruction, and the various institutional offices at a Chan monastery. A great deal of information is also provided on the abbot and his duties, such as the tea ceremony. Semi-independent texts such the ZUOCHAN YI, a primer of meditation, the Guijing wen, a summary of the duties of the monastic elite, and the Baizhang guisheng song, Zongze's commentary on Baizhang's purported monastic code, are also appended at the end of the Chanyuan qinggui. The Japanese pilgrims MYoAN EISAI, DoGEN KIGEN, and ENNI BEN'EN came across the Chanyuan qinggui during their visits to various monastic centers in China and, upon their return to Japan, they used the text as the basis for the establishment of the Zen monastic institution. Copies of a Chinese edition by a certain Yu Xiang, dated 1202, are now housed at the Toyo and Kanazawa Bunko libraries. The Chanyuan qinggui was also imported into Korea, which printed its own edition of the text in 1254; the text was used to reorganize Korean monastic institutions as well.

cherry ::: n. --> A tree or shrub of the genus Prunus (Which also includes the plum) bearing a fleshy drupe with a bony stone;
The common garden cherry (Prunus Cerasus), of which several hundred varieties are cultivated for the fruit, some of which are, the begarreau, blackheart, black Tartarian, oxheart, morelle or morello, May-duke (corrupted from Medoc in France).
The wild cherry; as, Prunus serotina (wild black cherry), valued for its timber; P. Virginiana (choke cherry), an American shrub

choronzon ::: Choronzon The serpent Choronzon is the 'dweller' in the Abyss, the final great obstacle between the magician and true enlightenment. Choronzon is known as the 'Demon of Dispersion', and described by Crowley as "a temporary personification of the raving and inconsistent forces that occupy the Abyss." The name Choronzon has been popularised by Aleister Crowley, but it first occurred in the Enochian records of John Dee, where he is synonymous with the serpent of the garden. See also Oath of the Abyss for further details.

chrysanthemum ::: n. --> A genus of composite plants, mostly perennial, and of many species including the many varieties of garden chrysanthemums (annual and perennial), and also the feverfew and the oxeye daisy.

cockscomb ::: n. --> See Coxcomb.
A plant (Celosia cristata), of many varieties, cultivated for its broad, fantastic spikes of brilliant flowers; -- sometimes called garden cockscomb. Also the Pedicularis, or lousewort, the Rhinanthus Crista-galli, and the Onobrychis Crista-galli.

columbine ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to a dove; dovelike; dove-colored. ::: n. --> A plant of several species of the genus Aquilegia; as, A. vulgaris, or the common garden columbine; A. Canadensis, the wild red columbine of North America.
The mistress or sweetheart of Harlequin in pantomimes.

compartment ::: n. --> One of the parts into which an inclosed portion of space is divided, as by partitions, or lines; as, the compartments of a cabinet, a house, or a garden.
One of the sections into which the hold of a ship is divided by water-tight bulkheads.

Conway's Game of Life "simulation" The first popular {cellular automata} based {artificial life} simulation. Life was invented by British mathematician {John Horton Conway} in 1970 and was first introduced publicly in "Scientific American" later that year. Conway first devised what he called "The Game of Life" and "ran" it using plates placed on floor tiles in his house. Because of he ran out of floor space and kept stepping on the plates, he later moved to doing it on paper or on a checkerboard and then moved to running Life as a computer program on a {PDP-7}. That first implementation of Life as a computer program was written by M. J. T. Guy and {S. R. Bourne} (the author of {Unix}'s {Bourne shell}). Life uses a rectangular grid of binary (live or dead) cells each of which is updated at each step according to the previous state of its eight neighbours as follows: a live cell with less than two, or more than three, live neighbours dies. A dead cell with exactly three neighbours becomes alive. Other cells do not change. While the rules are fairly simple, the patterns that can arise are of a complexity resembling that of organic systems -- hence the name "Life". Many hackers pass through a stage of fascination with Life, and hackers at various places contributed heavily to the mathematical analysis of this game (most notably {Bill Gosper} at {MIT}, who even implemented Life in {TECO}!; see {Gosperism}). When a hacker mentions "life", he is more likely to mean this game than the magazine, the breakfast cereal, the 1950s-era board game or the human state of existence. {On-line implementation (}. ["Scientific American" 223, October 1970, p120-123, 224; February 1971 p121-117, Martin Gardner]. ["The Garden in The Machine: the Emerging Science of Artificial Life", Claus Emmeche, 1994]. ["Winning Ways, For Your Mathematical Plays", Elwyn R. Berlekamp, John Horton Conway and Richard K. Guy, 1982]. ["The Recursive Universe: Cosmic Complexity and the Limits of Scientific Knowledge", William Poundstone, 1985]. [{Jargon File}] (1997-09-07)

corchorus ::: n. --> The common name of the Kerria Japonica or Japan globeflower, a yellow-flowered, perennial, rosaceous plant, seen in old-fashioned gardens.

costmary ::: n. --> A garden plant (Chrysanthemum Balsamita) having a strong balsamic smell, and nearly allied to tansy. It is used as a pot herb and salad plant and in flavoring ale and beer. Called also alecost.

crocin ::: n. --> The coloring matter of Chinese yellow pods, the fruit of Gardenia grandiflora.
A red powder (called also polychroite), which is made from the saffron (Crocus sativus). See Polychroite.

Dasheng fayuan yilin zhang. (J. Daijo hoon girinjo; K. Taesŭng pobwon ŭirim chang 大乗法苑義林章). In Chinese, "(Edited) Chapters on the Forest of Meaning of the Dharma-Garden of MAHĀYĀNA"; composed by the eminent Chinese monk KUIJI. This treatise consists of twenty-nine chapters in seven rolls, but a thirty-three chapter edition is known to have been transmitted to Japan in the second half of the twelfth century. Each chapter is concerned with an important doctrinal matter related to the YOGĀCĀRABHuMIsĀSTRA. Some chapters, for instance, discuss the various canons (PItAKA), two truths (SATYADVAYA), five faculties (INDRIYA), the sixty-two views (DṚstI), eight liberations (AstAVIMOKsA), and buddha-lands (BUDDHAKsETRA), to name but a few. Because of its comprehensive doctrinal coverage, the Dasheng fayuan yilin zhang has served as an invaluable source of information on early YOGĀCĀRA thought in China.

DevānaMpiyatissa. (r. 247-207 BCE). Sinhalese king who, according to the Sri Lankan tradition, was the ruler under whom the island kingdom of Sri Lanka first accepted Buddhism. According to these accounts, DevānaMpiyatissa was a contemporary of the Indian emperor Asoka (S. AsOKA), who is said to have encouraged DevānaMpiyatissa to convert to Buddhism. Asoka dispatched his son, the Buddhist monk MAHINDA (S. Mahendra), as head of a delegation to Sri Lanka (Ceylon) in the third century BCE to minister to DevānaMpiyatissa and the Sinhalese court. Mahinda preached for the king the CulAHATTHIPADOPAMASUTTA ("Shorter Discourse on the Simile of the Elephant's Footprint"), the twenty-seventh sutta of the MAJJHIMANIKĀYA, where the Buddha uses the simile of a woodsman tracking an elephant's footprints to explain to his audience how to reach complete certainty regarding the truth of the path, which he calls the footprints of the Tathāgata. After hearing the discourse, DevānaMpiyatissa converted and was accepted as a Buddhist layman (UPĀSAKA). The king offered Mahinda the Mahāmeghavana, a royal pleasure garden on the outskirts of the Sinhalese capital of ANURĀDHAPURA, where he built the MAHĀVIHĀRA, which thenceforth served as the headquarters of the major Theravāda fraternity on the island. It was also at DevānaMpiyatissa's behest that Asoka sent his daughter, the Buddhist nun SAnGHAMITTĀ (S. SaMghamitrā), to Sri Lanka to establish the order of nuns (P. bhikkhunī; S. BHIKsUnĪ) there. Sanghamittā also brought with her a branch of the BODHI TREE, which DevānaMpiyatissa planted at Mahāmeghavana, initiating an important site of cultic worship that continued for centuries afterward. The evidence of the Asokan edicts and Sanskrit AVADĀNA literature suggest that the Pāli MAHĀVAMSA account of the spread of Buddhism to Sri Lanka through the work of DevānaMpiyatissa, whom Asoka's son Mahinda converted to Buddhism, is probably not meant to be a historical account, but was instead intended to lend prestige to the THERAVĀDA tradition.

during his agony in the Garden of Gethsemane

eden ::: n. --> The garden where Adam and Eve first dwelt; hence, a delightful region or residence.

Eden or the garden of Eden (Hebrew) ‘Ēden, Gan-‘ēden [from ‘ēden delight, pleasure, loveliness] The country in which the garden of Adam and Eve was situated according to the Bible. Not wholly a mythical name, for Eden “is an archaic name of the country watered by the Euphrates and its many branches, from Asia and Armenia to the Erythraean Sea” (SD 2:202). Hebraists hold that the site of Eden would be the cradle of the human race. See also GAN-EDEN; PARADISE

edging ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Edge ::: n. --> That which forms an edge or border, as the fringe, trimming, etc., of a garment, or a border in a garden.
The operation of shaping or dressing the edge of anything, as of a piece of metal.

Electional astrology: An astrological method, the aim of which is to permit the choice of a suitable time for commencing any honestly conceived and reasonable project or endeavor, such as a marriage, journey, law-suit, building operation, engaging in a new business or profession, the reconciling of opponents, drawing up a will, buying land or house, planting a garden, launching a ship, or moving into a new home.

embellish ::: v. t. --> To make beautiful or elegant by ornaments; to decorate; to adorn; as, to embellish a book with pictures, a garden with shrubs and flowers, a narrative with striking anecdotes, or style with metaphors.

In an Eastern Rose Garden, by Hazrat Inayat Khan

epeira ::: n. --> A genus of spiders, including the common garden spider (E. diadema). They spin geometrical webs. See Garden spider.

erf ::: n. --> A garden plot, usually about half an acre.

failed to prevent the entrance of Satan into the Garden of Eden, the guardian angels are shown returning

fasciated ::: a. --> Bound with a fillet, sash, or bandage.
Banded or compacted together.
Flattened and laterally widened, as are often the stems of the garden cockscomb.
Broadly banded with color.

Fayuan zhulin. (J. Hoon jurin; K. Pobwon churim 法苑珠林). In Chinese, "A Grove of Pearls in the Garden of the Dharma," compiled in 668 by the Tang-dynasty monk Daoshi (d. 683) of XIMINGXI; a comprehensive encyclopedia of Buddhism, in one hundred rolls and one hundred chapters, based on the DA TANG NEIDIAN LU and XU GAOSENG ZHUAN, which were compiled by Daoshi's elder brother, the monk DAOXUAN (596-667). The encyclopedia provides definitions and explanations for hundreds of specific Buddhist concepts, terms, and numerical lists. Each chapter deals with a single category such as the three realms of existence (TRILOKA[DHĀTU]), revering the Buddha, the DHARMA, and the SAMGHA, the monastery, relics (sARĪRA), repentance, receiving the precepts, breaking the precepts, and self-immolation (SHESHEN), covering these topics with numerous individual entries. The Fayuan zhulin is characterized by its use of numerous passages quoted from Buddhist scriptures in support of its explanations and interpretations. Since many of the texts that Daoshi cites in the Fayuan zhulin are now lost, the encyclopedia serves as an invaluable source for the study of medieval Chinese Buddhism.

fennel ::: n. --> A perennial plant of the genus Faeniculum (F. vulgare), having very finely divided leaves. It is cultivated in gardens for the agreeable aromatic flavor of its seeds.

fesus. Garden City, N.Y.: Doubleday, 1960.

Gan Eden ::: (Heb. Garden of Eden) Biblical paradise mentioned in Genesis and the home of Adam and Eve.

Gan-Eden (Hebrew) Gan ’Ēden [from gan garden, park + ’ēden] Sometimes Gan-Aeden, Gandunia. The garden of Eden; in the Assyrian tablets it is rendered gan-dunyas or gan-dunu, which is also a name of Babylonia. See also EDEN; PARADISE

gardened ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Garden

gardener ::: n. --> One who makes and tends a garden; a horticulturist.

garden-house ::: a house built in a garden, often a smaller summer-house.

gardenia ::: n. --> A genus of plants, some species of which produce beautiful and fragrant flowers; Cape jasmine; -- so called in honor of Dr. Alexander Garden.

gardening ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Garden ::: n. --> The art of occupation of laying out and cultivating gardens; horticulture.

gardenless ::: a. --> Destitute of a garden.

gardenly ::: a. --> Like a garden.

garden ::: n. --> A piece of ground appropriated to the cultivation of herbs, fruits, flowers, or vegetables.
A rich, well-cultivated spot or tract of country. ::: v. i. --> To lay out or cultivate a garden; to labor in a garden; to practice horticulture.

garden of Eden. [Rf. Mathers, The Greater Key of

garden of the Gods

garden of the Spouse

gardenship ::: n. --> Horticulture.

gard ::: n. --> Garden. ::: v. & n. --> See Guard.

garth ::: n. --> A close; a yard; a croft; a garden; as, a cloister garth.
A dam or weir for catching fish.
A hoop or band.

Gaster, Theodor H. The Dead Sea Scriptures. Garden

gethsemane ::: the name of a ‘garden" on the Mount of Olives east of Jerusalem near the brook of Kedron, scene of the agony and betrayal of Christ, hence a scene or occasion of suffering.

Gikatilla, Joseph Ben Abraham. The Nut Garden

gnosticism ::: Gnosticism This was an early form of Christian heresy, and a related Pagan faith that believed the creation of matter was flawed, and the Creator, therefore, was an evil force. In Gnosticism, Jesus is equated to the serpent of the Garden of Eden, and one of the Archons.

haw ::: n. --> A hedge; an inclosed garden or yard.
The fruit of the hawthorn.
The third eyelid, or nictitating membrane. See Nictitating membrane, under Nictitate.
An intermission or hesitation of speech, with a sound somewhat like haw! also, the sound so made. ::: v. i.

hawthorn ::: n. --> A thorny shrub or tree (the Crataegus oxyacantha), having deeply lobed, shining leaves, small, roselike, fragrant flowers, and a fruit called haw. It is much used in Europe for hedges, and for standards in gardens. The American hawthorn is Crataegus cordata, which has the leaves but little lobed.

(Heb. Garden of Spice) Commentary on liturgical poems containing much midrashic material, written in c. 1234 by Abraham ben Azriel; central Europe.

-. Hebrew Myths (with Raphael Patai). Garden City,

hedge ::: n. --> A thicket of bushes, usually thorn bushes; especially, such a thicket planted as a fence between any two portions of land; and also any sort of shrubbery, as evergreens, planted in a line or as a fence; particularly, such a thicket planted round a field to fence it, or in rows to separate the parts of a garden. ::: v. t.

herbary ::: n. --> A garden of herbs; a cottage garden.

herber ::: n. --> A garden; a pleasure garden.

hesperides ::: n. pl. --> The daughters of Hesperus, or Night (brother of Atlas), and fabled possessors of a garden producing golden apples, in Africa, at the western extremity of the known world. To slay the guarding dragon and get some of these apples was one of the labors of Hercules. Called also Atlantides.
The garden producing the golden apples.

Hesperides The Greek goddesses who, with the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, guarded the golden apples which Gaia (earth) gave as a wedding present to Hera on her marriage to Zeus. These apples grew on a tree in a garden by the banks of the river Oceanus near Mt. Atlas, which geographically for the ancients was the peak of Teneriffe, a remnant of Atlantis. One of the tasks of Hercules was to secure some of these apples. The Hesperides are, according to various authorities, three, four, or seven in number. Hesiod calls them the daughters of Night; they are also called Atlantides, and by some made the daughters of Atlantis and Hesperis.

hoe ::: n. --> A tool chiefly for digging up weeds, and arranging the earth about plants in fields and gardens. It is made of a flat blade of iron or steel having an eye or tang by which it is attached to a wooden handle at an acute angle.
The horned or piked dogfish. See Dogfish. ::: v. t.

hortensial ::: a. --> Fit for a garden.

horticultor ::: n. --> One who cultivates a garden.

horticultural ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to horticulture, or the culture of gardens or orchards.

horticulture ::: n. --> The cultivation of a garden or orchard; the art of cultivating gardens or orchards.

hortulan ::: a. --> Belonging to a garden.

hydrangea ::: n. --> A genus of shrubby plants bearing opposite leaves and large heads of showy flowers, white, or of various colors. H. hortensis, the common garden species, is a native of China or Japan.

hydropult ::: n. --> A machine for throwing water by hand power, as a garden engine, a fire extinguisher, etc.

impatiens ::: n. --> A genus of plants, several species of which have very beautiful flowers; -- so called because the elastic capsules burst when touched, and scatter the seeds with considerable force. Called also touch-me-not, jewelweed, and snapweed. I. Balsamina (sometimes called lady&

in the Garden of Eden “squat like a Toad close at

In this we recognize the mythos of the tree of knowledge with its fruit and its location in the garden of life, localized in those mysterious lands of the West from which the ancestors of the Greeks migrated when the new race was in birth from the surviving elect of the old. It represents the Golden Age, the Eden of Grecian mythology.

Jaggannath: Sanskrit for lord of the world. A variant name of Vishnu, the Preserver, under which he is worshipped in Puri. The most notable feature of his worship is the “car festival,” in which a great car bearing a huge image of Jaggannath is hauled by thousands of worshippers from his temple to the Garden House, some four miles away. In former days, many worshipers would hurl themselves under the huge wheels, to be crushed to death. (Also called Juggernaut.)

Kaufmann, Walter (tr.). Faust. Garden City, N.Y.:

kindergarten ::: n. --> A school for young children, conducted on the theory that education should be begun by gratifying and cultivating the normal aptitude for exercise, play, observation, imitation, and construction; -- a name given by Friedrich Froebel, a German educator, who introduced this method of training, in rooms opening on a garden.

labyrinth ::: n. --> An edifice or place full of intricate passageways which render it difficult to find the way from the interior to the entrance; as, the Egyptian and Cretan labyrinths.
Any intricate or involved inclosure; especially, an ornamental maze or inclosure in a park or garden.
Any object or arrangement of an intricate or involved form, or having a very complicated nature.
An inextricable or bewildering difficulty.

larkspur ::: n. --> A genus of ranunculaceous plants (Delphinium), having showy flowers, and a spurred calyx. They are natives of the North Temperate zone. The commonest larkspur of the gardens is D. Consolida. The flower of the bee larkspur (D. elatum) has two petals bearded with yellow hairs, and looks not unlike a bee.

Life ::: (games) The first popular cellular automata based artificial life game. Life was invented by British mathematician John Horton Conway in 1970 and was first introduced publicly in Scientific American later that year.Conway first devised what he called The Game of Life and ran it using plates placed on floor tiles in his house. Because of he ran out of floor space and That first implementation of Life as a computer program was written by M. J. T. Guy and S. R. Bourne (the author of Unix's Bourne shell).Life uses a rectangular grid of binary (live or dead) cells each of which is updated at each step according to the previous state of its eight neighbours as dies. A dead cell with exactly three neighbours becomes alive. Other cells do not change.While the rules are fairly simple, the patterns that can arise are of a complexity resembling that of organic systems -- hence the name Life.Many hackers pass through a stage of fascination with Life, and hackers at various places contributed heavily to the mathematical analysis of this game than the magazine, the breakfast cereal, the 1950s-era board game or the human state of existence. . .[Scientific American 223, October 1970, p120-123, 224; February 1971 p121-117, Martin Gardner].[The Garden in The Machine: the Emerging Science of Artificial Life, Claus Emmeche, 1994].[Winning Ways, For Your Mathematical Plays, Elwyn R. Berlekamp, John Horton Conway and Richard K. Guy, 1982].[The Recursive Universe: Cosmic Complexity and the Limits of Scientific Knowledge, William Poundstone, 1985].[Jargon File] (1997-09-07)

limax ::: n. --> A genus of airbreathing mollusks, including the common garden slugs. They have a small rudimentary shell. The breathing pore is on the right side of the neck. Several species are troublesome in gardens. See Slug.

live-forever ::: n. --> A plant (Sedum Telephium) with fleshy leaves, which has extreme powers of resisting drought; garden ox-pine.

lychnis ::: n. --> A genus of Old World plants belonging to the Pink family (Caryophyllaceae). Most of the species have brilliantly colored flowers and cottony leaves, which may have anciently answered as wicks for lamps. The botanical name is in common use for the garden species. The corn cockle (Lychnis Githago) is a common weed in wheat fields.

MacVeagh, Rogers, & Costain. Joshua. Garden City,

Mahānāman. (P. Mahānāma; T. Ming chen; C. Mohenan; J. Makanan; K. Mahanam 摩訶男). The Sanskrit proper name of two significant disciples of the buddha. ¶ Mahānāman was one of the five ascetics (S. PANCAVARGIKA; P. paNcavaggiyā; alt. S. bhadravargīya) who was a companion of Prince SIDDHĀRTHA during his practice of austerities and hence one of the first disciples converted by the Buddha at the Deer Park (MṚGADĀVA) in ṚsIPATANA following his enlightenment. Together with his companions, Mahānāman heard the Buddha's first sermon, the "Setting in Motion the Wheel of Dharma" (S. DHARMACAKRAPRAVARTANASuTRA; P. DHAMMACAKKAPPAVATTANASUTTA), and he attained the state of a stream-enterer (SROTAĀPANNA) three days later. He and the others became ARHATs while listening to the buddha preach the ANATTALAKKHAnASUTTA. Mahānāman later traveled to the town of Macchikāsanda, and, while he was out on alms rounds, the householder CITTA saw him. Citta was greatly impressed by Mahānāman's dignified deportment, and invited him to his house for an meal offering. Having served Mahānāman the morning meal and listened to his sermon, Citta was inspired to offer his pleasure garden Ambātakavana to Mahānāman as a gift to the SAMGHA, and built a monastery there. ¶ Another Mahānāman was also an eminent lay disciple, whom the Buddha declared to be foremost among laymen who offer choice alms food. According to the Pāli account, Mahānāman was Anuruddha's (S. ANIRUDDHA) elder brother and the Buddha's cousin. It was with Mahānāman's permission that Anuruddha joined the order with other Sākiyan (S. sĀKYA) kinsmen of the Buddha. Mahānāman was very generous in his support of the order. During a period of scarcity when the Buddha was dwelling at VeraNja, he supplied the monks with medicines for three periods of four months each. Mahānāman was keenly interested in the Buddha's doctrine and there are several accounts in the scriptures of his conversations with the Buddha. Once while the Buddha lay ill in the Nigrodhārāma, ĀNANDA took Mahānāman aside to answer his questions on whether concentration (SAMĀDHI) preceded or followed upon knowledge. Mahānāman attained the state of a once-returner (sakadāgāmi; S. SAKṚDĀGĀMIN), but his deception toward Pasenadi (S. PRASENAJIT), the king of Kosala (S. KOsALA), precipitated the eventual destruction of the Sākiya (S. sĀKYA) clan. Pasenadi had asked Mahānāman for the hand of a true Sākiyan daughter in marriage, but the latter, out of pride, instead sent Vāsabhakkhattiyā, a daughter born to him by a slave girl. To conceal the treachery, Mahānāman feigned to eat from the same dish as his daughter, thus convincing Pasenadi of her pure lineage. The ruse was not discovered until years later when Vidudabha, the son of Pasenadi and Vāsabhakkhattiyā, was insulted by his Sākiyan kinsmen who refused to treat him with dignity because of his mother's status as the offspring of a slave. Vidudabha vowed revenge and later marched against Kapilavatthu (S. KAPILAVASTU) and slaughtered all who claimed Sākiyan descent. ¶ Another Mahānāma was the c. fifth century author of the Pāli MAHĀVAMSA.

Mahinda. (S. Mahendra; T. Dbang chen; C. Moshentuo; J. Mashinda; K. Masinda 摩哂陀). Pāli proper name of the son of Asoka (S. AsOKA), who converted the Sinhalese king, DEVĀNAMPIYATISSA, to Buddhism in the third century BCE, thus inaugurating the Buddhist religion in Sri Lanka. The story of Mahinda is first recorded in the DĪPAVAMSA (c. fourth century CE) and is elaborated in the MAHĀVAMSA (c. fifth century CE) and BUDDHAGHOSA's VINAYA commentary, SAMANTAPĀSĀDIKĀ. In each of these works, Mahinda's story is preceded by a narrative that begins with the legend of Asoka's conversion to Buddhism, through the convention of the third Buddhist council (see COUNCIL, THIRD) under the direction of MOGGALIPUTTATISSA, to the dispatch of Buddhist missions to nine adjacent lands (paccantadesa). Mahinda was chosen to lead the mission sent to Sri Lanka. Mahinda, together with his sister SAnGHAMITTĀ, was ordained at the age of twenty at the request of his father, Asoka. He attained arahantship immediately upon his ordination. Mahinda was swift in learning the doctrine, and was placed in charge of Moggaliputtatissa's one thousand disciples when the latter retired to Ahoganga due to a dispute within the SAMGHA. Mahinda had been a monk for twelve years when the third Buddhist council was convened to celebrate the resolution of the dispute. Shortly thereafter, he was sent along with four other monks, a novice, and a layman to Sri Lanka for the purpose of converting its king. Mahinda preached the CulAHATTHIPADOPAMASUTTA to DevānaMpiyatissa, whereupon the king requested to be accepted as a lay disciple. The next day, he preached to the king's sister-in-law, Anulā, and five hundred women of the court, all of whom became stream-enterers. Preaching to them a second time, they became once-returners. When they asked be ordained, he said that monks could not ordain women, and suggested that his sister, the nun Sanghamittā, be invited, which was done. She came to Sri Lanka, bringing with her a branch of the BODHI TREE. The king offered to Mahinda the MAHĀMEGHAVANA, a royal pleasure garden that was to be the future site of the MAHĀTHuPA. In the garden, which was on the outskirts of the Sinhalese capital, ANURĀDHAPURA, Mahinda established the SĪMĀ boundary for the MAHĀVIHĀRA monastery, which thenceforth became the headquarters of the Theravāda fraternity on the island. At Mahinda's prompting, relics of the Buddha were received from Asoka and Sakka (S. sAKRA), king of the gods, which were interred in the Cetiyagiri and Thupārāma. Under Mahinda's direction, a council was held where MAHĀRIttHA, a native son of Sri Lanka, recited the vinaya. According to the Samantapāsādikā, this recital marked the firm establishment of the religion on the island. The Saddhammasangaha reckons the recitation of the vinaya by Mahārittha as the fourth Buddhist council (see COUNCIL, FOURTH). Mahinda died at the age of sixty and was cremated and his ashes interred in a shrine near the Mahāthupa.

Marcus Aurelius: (121-180 A.D.) The Roman Emperor who as a Stoic endowed chairs in Athens for the four great philosophical schools of the Academy, the Lyceum, The Garden and the Stoa. Aurelius' Stoicism, tempered by his friend Fronto's humanism, held to a rational world-order and providence as well as to a notion of probable truth rather than of the Stoic infallibilism. In the famous 12 books of Meditations, the view is prominent that death was as natural as birth and development was the end of the individual and should elicit the fear of no one. His harsh treatment of the Christians did not coincide with his mild nature which may have reflected the changed character of Stoicism brought on by the decadence of Rome.

martinism ::: Martinism A mystical tradition, founded by Louis-Claude de Saint-Martin in 18th century France. The 20th century saw a revival of some of the practices which pre-date Martinism proper and which directly inspired it. Martinism is a form of mystical or esoteric Christianity, which sees the figure of Christ as The Repairer who enables individuals to attain an idealised state similar to that in the Garden of Eden prior to the Fall.

maze ::: an intricate, usually confusing network of interconnecting pathways, as in a garden; a labyrinth. mazes.

muyu. (J. mokugyo; K. mogo 木魚). In Chinese, literally "wooden fish"; referring to a wooden percussion instrument carved in the shape of a fish, which is commonly used in Chinese Buddhist monasteries to summon monks and nuns to daily events and to mark time during rituals. It is one of the four percussion instruments (see DRUM), together with the Brahmā bell, dharma drum, and cloud-shaped gong. Various explanations are given for its fish-like shape. According to the BAIZHANG QINGGUI ("Baizhang's Rules of Purity"), since a fish's eyes are never closed, the wooden fish is a subtle admonition to monks and nuns to remain ever vigilant about their practice. The TIANTAI monastic code, Jiaoyuan Qinggui ("Rules of Purity for the Garden of the Teachings"), includes a story said to come from the ABHIDHARMAMAHĀVIBHĀsĀ, about a monk who had been reborn as a fish with a tree growing out of his back, which was retribution for betraying his teacher and slandering the dharma in a prior lifetime. Whenever the tree swayed, the fish bled and felt great pain. One day, the monk's former teacher was crossing the sea in a boat and, seeing the fish, recognized it to be his former student. He performed the "rite of water and land" (C. SHUILU HUI), freeing the fish from its torment, and the fish repented for its past behavior. When his former student was again reborn, the tree was donated to a monastery, which carved it into the shape of a fish as a symbol of admonition. In a third story from a different source, the Chinese pilgrim XUANZANG was returning home from India and saved a wealthy man's three-year-old son from the stomach of a big fish. The man wanted to repay him for his deed, so Xuanzang instructed him to have a piece of wood carved in the shape of a fish and hung in the monastery for the benefit of the fish. Over time, the body depicted on the wooden fish began to take on more the look of a dragon, autochthonous water divinities in traditional China, with a dragon-like head with a talismanic pearl (MAnI) in its mouth. In Korea, the muyu takes on the more abstract fish shape of the MOKT'AK (wooden clacker).

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noisette ::: n. --> A hybrid rose produced in 1817, by a French gardener, Noisette, of Charleston, South Carolina, from the China rose and the musk rose. It has given rise to many fine varieties, as the Lamarque, the Marechal (or Marshal) Niel, and the Cloth of gold. Most roses of this class have clustered flowers and are of vigorous growth.

Nor bu gling kha. (Norbulingka). The summer residence of the DALAI LAMAs and the Tibetan government, located in the city of LHA SA, south of the PO TA LA Palace. The original foundations for the palace were laid by the seventh Dalai Lama, Skal bzang rgya mtsho, in 1755 at a medicinal spring, with the building completed in 1783 during the reign of the eighth Dalai Lama. Subsequent incarnations greatly expanded the grounds, adding numerous residential and administrative buildings as well an arboretum, gardens, and pools. Every Dalai Lama beginning with the eighth, together with his administration, would transfer to the Nor bu gling kha on the eighteenth day of the third lunar month, usually sometime in April. The palace grounds were also the site of the yearly grand Tibetan drama festival known as Zho ston (Shoton). On March 10, 1959, Tibetans numbering in the thousands held a mass demonstration against Chinese occupation outside the walls of the Nor bu gling kha, behind which the fourteenth Dalai Lama and his family were sequestered. On March 17, the Dalai Lama secretly escaped from the residence to go into exile in India.

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olitory ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to, or produced in, a kitchen garden; used for kitchen purposes; as, olitory seeds.

orbitelae ::: n. pl. --> A division of spiders, including those that make geometrical webs, as the garden spider, or Epeira.

orchard ::: n. --> A garden.
An inclosure containing fruit trees; also, the fruit trees, collectively; -- used especially of apples, peaches, pears, cherries, plums, or the like, less frequently of nutbearing trees and of sugar maple trees.

Paradise ::: (Greek, park, garden; possibly derived from Heb. pardes) Term used to describe the location of the creation of humankind as well as the destination where those favored by God will ultimately arrive (especially in Islam). Also used in apocalyptic texts for one of the heavens or levels above the inhabited earth, near God.

paradise ::: n. --> The garden of Eden, in which Adam and Eve were placed after their creation.
The abode of sanctified souls after death.
A place of bliss; a region of supreme felicity or delight; hence, a state of happiness.
An open space within a monastery or adjoining a church, as the space within a cloister, the open court before a basilica, etc.
A churchyard or cemetery.

passion ::: n. --> A suffering or enduring of imposed or inflicted pain; any suffering or distress (as, a cardiac passion); specifically, the suffering of Christ between the time of the last supper and his death, esp. in the garden upon the cross.
The state of being acted upon; subjection to an external agent or influence; a passive condition; -- opposed to action.
Capacity of being affected by external agents; susceptibility of impressions from external agents.

pavilion ::: n. --> A temporary movable habitation; a large tent; a marquee; esp., a tent raised on posts.
A single body or mass of building, contained within simple walls and a single roof, whether insulated, as in the park or garden of a larger edifice, or united with other parts, and forming an angle or central feature of a large pile.
A flag, colors, ensign, or banner.
Same as Tent (Her.)

peppergrass ::: n. --> Any herb of the cruciferous genus Lepidium, especially the garden peppergrass, or garden cress, Lepidium sativum; -- called also pepperwort. All the species have a pungent flavor.
The common pillwort of Europe (Pilularia globulifera). See Pillwort.

Persian tradition places a Garden of Delight far to the north of Caucasus in the Arctic regions, where was the Imperishable Sacred Land whence issued a stream from the earth’s fount of life. Adi-varsha was the Eden of the first races and specifically of the primeval third root-race; the Eden of the fifth root-race is but its faint reminiscence. The Garden of Eden or of God (Ezek 31:3-9) was a home of initiates of Atlantis, now submerged.

pieplant ::: n. --> A plant (Rheum Rhaponticum) the leafstalks of which are acid, and are used in making pies; the garden rhubarb.

pigpecker ::: n. --> The European garden warbler (Sylvia, / Currica, hortensis); -- called also beccafico and greater pettychaps.

platband ::: n. --> A border of flowers in a garden, along a wall or a parterre; hence, a border.
A flat molding, or group of moldings, the width of which much exceeds its projection, as the face of an architrave.
A list or fillet between the flutings of a column.

pleasance ::: n. --> Pleasure; merriment; gayety; delight; kindness.
A secluded part of a garden.

plot ::: n. --> A small extent of ground; a plat; as, a garden plot.
A plantation laid out.
A plan or draught of a field, farm, estate, etc., drawn to a scale.
Any scheme, stratagem, secret design, or plan, of a complicated nature, adapted to the accomplishment of some purpose, usually a treacherous and mischievous one; a conspiracy; an intrigue; as, the Rye-house Plot.

Project method: An education method which makes use of practical activities, organizing the scholastic work of the child about complex enterprises, such as making a garden, planning a circus. -- J.E.B.

pulmonata ::: n. pl. --> An extensive division, or sub-class, of hermaphrodite gastropods, in which the mantle cavity is modified into an air-breathing organ, as in Helix, or land snails, Limax, or garden slugs, and many pond snails, as Limnaea and Planorbis.

qinggui. (J. shingi; K. ch'onggyu 清規). In Chinese, lit. "rules of purity" or "rules for the pure (assembly)," a genre of monastic codes compiled by adherents within the CHAN tradition. According to such Song-period genealogical records as the JINGDE CHUANDENG LU, the Tang Chan master BAIZHANG HUAIHAI (720-814) composed the first such Chan code, entitled the BAIZHANG QINGGUI ("Baizhang's Rules of Purity"), in order to establish an independent Chan discipline distinct from the normative VINAYA tradition; his qinggui is not extant, however, and modern scholars doubt that it ever existed. There might have been some Chan monastic codes as early as the Tang dynasty, influenced by such Chinese codes as DAO'AN's (312-384) Sengni guifan ("Standards for Monks and Nuns") or DAOXUAN's (596-667) Jiaojie xinxue biqiu xinghu lüyi ("Exhortation on Manners and Etiquette for Novices in Training"). However, the oldest surviving Chan code is the CHANYUAN QINGGUI compiled by the YUNMEN ZONG master CHANGLU ZONGZE (d. c. 1107). These types of texts were typically composed by the founding abbots of monasteries and thus include their vision of how monks in their monasteries should conduct themselves. These codes deal with daily routines in the monastery, monthly schedules, annual festivals, titles and duties of the administrative monks in the monastery, and outlines of various religious services. They may also include monastic rules and regulations related to state policies regarding SAMGHA administration, such as rules on travel permits and the election of abbots. The codes differed in content, since each monastery compiled its own in accord with its own needs, e.g., as to whether it was a public or private monastery. For this reason, the Yuan Emperor Shun (r. 1333-1368) eventually compiled a unified code based on the rules attributed to Baizhang, entitled the Chixiu Baizhang qinggui. Although the term qinggui originally referred to the monastic codes associated with the Chan school, it later came to be used as a general term for the monastic codes used by other schools, such as in the TIANTAI monk Ziqing's (fl. fourteenth century) Jiaoyuan qinggui ("Pure Rules for the Garden of Doctrine") compiled in 1347. See also BCA' YIG.

ramson ::: n. --> A broad-leaved species of garlic (Allium ursinum), common in European gardens; -- called also buckram.

reel ::: n. --> A lively dance of the Highlanders of Scotland; also, the music to the dance; -- often called Scotch reel.
A frame with radial arms, or a kind of spool, turning on an axis, on which yarn, threads, lines, or the like, are wound; as, a log reel, used by seamen; an angler&

Rgyud smad. (Gyume). In Tibetan, the "Lower Tantric College," one of two major DGE LUGS centers for tantric studies in LHA SA, together with RGYUD STOD. Prior to his death in 1419, TSONG KHA PA is said to have enjoined his disciple Rgyud Shes rab seng ge (1383-1445) to spread his tantric teachings. In 1432, he founded a tantric college in the Sras district of Gtsang called the Sras rgyud grwa tshang (the "tantric college of Se") or as the Gtsang stod rgyud (the "tantric [college] of Tsang, the upper [region]"). The term stod, lit. "upper" in Tibetan, also means "western" and is sometimes used as a synonym for Gtsang, the province to the west of the central province of Dbus. In 1433, he returned to Lha sa and founded Rgyud smad grwa tshang, or the "tantric college of lower [Tibet])." The term smad, literally "lower," also means "eastern." In 1474, Shes rab seng ge's disciple, Rgyud chen Kun dga' don grub, left Rgyud smad when he was not selected as the abbot. He later founded another tantric college in Lha sa, which he called Dbus stod 'Jam dpal gling grwa tshang or the "Garden of MANJUsRĪ College of Upper Ü." It eventually became known as Rgyud stod. Shortly after its founding, it moved to the RA MO CHE temple in Lha sa. Hence, the the standard translations "lower tantric college" for Rgyud smad and "upper tantric college" for Rgyud stod have no implications of hierarchy or curricular gradation, but refer simply to the geographical locations of the institutions from which they evolved. Monks from the three great Dge lugs monasteries of Lha sa ('BRAS SPUNGS, SE RA, and DGA' LDAN) who had achieved one of the two higher DGE BSHES (geshe) degrees-the lha ram pa or the tshogs ram pa-could enter as a dge bshes bka' ram pa. Which of the two tantric colleges a geshe attended was determined by his birthplace. The curriculum of both of the tantric colleges involved study of the GUHYASAMĀJATANTRA, CAKRASAMVARATANTRA, and VAJRABHAIRAVATANTRA systems. These were studied through memorization and debate, as in the sutra colleges. Monks also received instruction in the performance of ritual, the use of MUDRĀ, the making of images, and the construction of MAndALAs. Monks were also instructed in chanting; the deep chanting that has become famous in the West was taught at both Rgyud smad and Rgyud stod. Those who successfully completed the curriculum received the title of dge bshes sngags ram pa. Monks who were not already geshes of one of three monasteries could enter one of the tantric colleges to receive ritual instruction but received a lower degree, called bskyed rim pa. Becoming a dge bshes sngags ram pa and especially an officer of one of the tantric colleges (dge bskos or disciplinarian; bla ma dbu mdzad, lit. "chant leader" but the vice abbot; and mkhan po or abbot) was essential for holding positions of authority in the Dge lugs hierarchy. For example, the DGA' LDAN KHRI PA was required to be a former abbot of Rgyud smad or Rgyud stod. After the Chinese takeover of Tibet, Rgyud smad and Rgyud stod were reestablished in exile in India.

rootery ::: n. --> A pile of roots, set with plants, mosses, etc., and used as an ornamental object in gardening.

Ryoanji. [alt. Ryuanji] (龍安寺). In Japanese, "Dragon Peace Monastery," located in northwest Kyoto and famous for its dry landscape garden (J. karesansui). Originally an estate of the Fujiwara clan, the site was converted into a ZEN temple in 1450 by order of the military leader Hosokawa Katsumoto (1430-1473), a vassal of the Ashikaga shogun. He installed Giten Gensho, the fifth abbot of MYoSHINJI, as its founding religious leader (see KAISAN); since that time the monastery has been affiliated with the Myoshinji branch of the RINZAISHu of Zen Buddhism. The site of bloody fighting during the onin civil war (1467-1477), Ryoanji had to be rebuilt by Hosokawa Katsumoto's son Hosokawa Masamoto between 1488 and 1499. Much of the monastery burned down in 1789 and was subsequently reconstructed. The monastery was a relatively obscure temple in the first half of the twentieth century, but the garden gained great fame in 1949 when it was used in a scene of Ozu Yasujiro's film Banshun (Late Spring). Beginning in the 1950s, the garden began to be described as a "Zen garden" and has since come to be considered one of Japan's cultural masterpieces. The garden has fifteen moss-covered boulders set in a sea of white pebbles. During the nineteenth century, the arrangement of the stones was called "tiger cubs crossing a river," referring to a Chinese folktale, although many other interpretations have been offered in more recent decades. The temple grounds are the burial site of seven Hosokawa lords. Ryoanji was listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1994.

Satan the talking serpent and seducer in the Garden

sauce ::: n. --> A composition of condiments and appetizing ingredients eaten with food as a relish; especially, a dressing for meat or fish or for puddings; as, mint sauce; sweet sauce, etc.
Any garden vegetables eaten with meat.
Stewed or preserved fruit eaten with other food as a relish; as, apple sauce, cranberry sauce, etc.
Sauciness; impertinence.
A soft crayon for use in stump drawing or in shading with

Scorpio (The Scorpion): The eighth sign of the zodiac. Its symbol resembles that of Virgo, but with an arrow on the tail—doubtless to represent the sting. It is symbolized by the asp or serpent, harking back to the serpent of the Garden of Eden, and indicating that the will governs or is governed by the reproductive urge. It is sometimes symbolized by the Dragon, and is frequently linked with the constellation Aquilla—the Eagle. The Sun is in Scorpio annually from October 23 to November 22. Astrologically it is the second thirty-degree arc after the Sun’s passing of the Fall Equinox, occupying a position along the Ecliptic from 210° to 240°. It is the “fixed” quality of the element Water: negative, nocturnal, cold, moist, watery, mute, phlegmatic. Ruler: Mars. Exaltation: Uranus. Detriment: Venus. Fall: Moon. Symbolic interpretation: The legs and tail of a scorpion; the tail with the sting, the serpent.

See also garden-house.

Sensoji. (淺草寺). In Japanese, "Low Grass Monastery," located in the Asakusa (lit. Low Grass) district of Tokyo; it is the oldest monastery in the current Japanese capital. Legend says that in 628 a statue of the BODHISATTVA Kannon (AVALOKITEsVARA) was found by fishermen in the Sumida River and the village elder turned his home into a shrine for the image; this image remains an important object of veneration in Japanese Buddhism. Originally called Komagatado, the current monastery was built in 645 and is the oldest in Tokyo. Sensoji was formerly associated with the TENDAISHu (C. TIANTAI ZONG), but has been independent since after World War II. The monastery is entered through the Kaminarimon, or Thunder Gate, which is graced by a gigantic paper lantern that is vividly painted to evoke storm clouds and lightning. This gate was built by the governor of the Musashi District, Tairano Kinmasa, in 942, as was the inner Hozo gate; both have subsequently been reconstructed following fires. The main Kannondo hall at Sensoji is devoted to Avalokitesvara; it burned down during a World War II air raid but has been rebuilt. The monastery grounds also include a five-story pagoda, a beautiful garden, and many oracle stalls (omikuji). Next door is an important SHINTo shrine, the Asakusa Jinja, which may partially explain why Sensoji is the site of the biggest festival in Tokyo, the Sanja Matsuri, which is held annually in the late spring.

Shawcross. Garden City, N.Y.: Doubleday, 1963.

Shruti: “The garden is all manifestation, the Spouse is the manifesting force, the Spouse of the Divine Purusha.”

Sin Evildoing, moral obliquity expressed in thought and act; in its relation to human evolution, it applies especially to the misuse of human creative powers which occurred after the fall into material existence. The procreative act, for example, in itself is not sinful, for this is but nature’s arrangement for the continuing of the human strain, but the abuse of this power, especially for black magical purposes. This truth has been perverted by Christian theology, which regards the procreative act as essentially sinful and permissible only as a concession to the “original sin” stamped upon us by our first parents in the Garden of Eden, and only to be purged by the Atonement.

Siva is often spoken of as the patron deity of esotericists, occultists, and ascetics; he is called the Mahayogin (the great ascetic), from whom the highest spiritual knowledge is acquired, and union with the great spirit of the universe is eventually gained. Here he is “the howling and terrific destroyer of human passions and physical senses, which are ever in the way of the development of the higher spiritual perceptions and the growth of the inner eternal man — mystically . . . Siva-Rudra is the Destroyer, as Vishnu is the preserver; and both are the regenerators of spiritual as well as of physical nature. To live as a plant, the seed must die. To live as a conscious entity in the Eternity, the passions and senses of man must first die before his body does. ‘To live is to die and to die is to live,’ has been too little understood in the West. Siva, the destroyer, is the creator and the Saviour of Spiritual man, as he is the good gardener of nature. He weeds out the plants, human and cosmic, and kills the passions of the physical, to call to life the perceptions of the spiritual, man” (SD 1:459&n).

snowdrop ::: n. --> A bulbous plant (Galanthus nivalis) bearing white flowers, which often appear while the snow is on the ground. It is cultivated in gardens for its beauty.

Sofiel —an angel who ministers to garden fruit

Sonmun yomsong chip. (禪門拈頌集). In Korean, "Collection of Analyses and Verses on [Ancient Precedents] of the Son School," the first and largest indigenous Korean kongan (C. GONG'AN, J. koan; public case) anthology, compiled in thirty rolls by CHIN'GAK HYESIM (1178-1234) in 1226. The collection covers 1,463 kongan, along with annotations (yom), verses (song), and variant explanations, such as responding on behalf of a figure who does not answer during the kongan exchange (tae, lit. on his behalf), responding in a different way from the response given in the kongan exchange (pyol, lit. differently), and inquiring about the exchange (ch'ong, lit. soliciting, or verifying). The first xylographic edition of the collection was destroyed in 1232, just six years after its publication, during the Mongol invasions of the Korean peninsula. The second woodblock edition was carved sometime between 1244 and 1248 as a part of the massive project to remake the entire Koryo Buddhist canon (KORYo TAEJANGGYoNG). The postface to the second edition notes that 347 more kongan was added to the original for a total of 1,472; the current edition, however, includes only 1,463 kongan, a discrepancy that remains unexplained. The collection shows the influence of the Song gong'an literature, especially the Chanzong songgu lianzhu tongji ("Comprehensive Collection of the Chan School's Verses on Ancient [Precedents] That Are a String of Jewels"), compiled in 1179. The ancient cases (viz., the kongan) are arranged in the order of the three jewels (RATNATRAYA), i.e., the Buddha, dharma, and saMgha. The first thirty-seven kongan are attributed to sĀKYAMUNI Buddha himself. The next set of twenty-four is derived from Buddhist sutras, including the AVATAMSAKASuTRA, the SADDHARMAPUndARĪKASuTRA ("Lotus Sutra"), the *suRAMGAMASuTRA, and the VAJRACCHEDIKĀPRAJNĀPĀRAMITĀSuTRA ("Diamond Sutra"). The remaining 1,402 kongan are taken from stories of the Indian and Chinese Son (Chan) patriarchs and teachers, along with a few unknown lay Son masters. The Sonmun yomsong chip was one of the official textbooks used for the monastic examinations (SŬNGKWA) in the Son school during the early Choson dynasty. There are a few important Korean commentaries to the anthology, including the Sonmun yomsong sorhwa ("Tales about the Son School's Analyses and Verses") in thirty rolls, by Hyesim's disciple Kagun (c. thirteenth century), IRYoN's (1206-1289) Sonmun yomsong sawon ("Garden of Affairs on the Son School's Analyses and Verses") in thirty rolls, and PAEKP'A KŬNGSoN's (1767-1852) Sonmun yomsong ki ("Record of the Son School's Analyses and Verses") in five rolls.

Spouse, garden of the

Sri Aurobindo: "What is God after all? An eternal child playing an eternal game in an eternal garden.” Essays in Philosophy and Yoga

stands at the gates of the Garden of Eden with the

Tempter In general, the human mind, whether reacting to outside impulsions or impressions, or from within its own relatively small and uninspired powers; it has been commonly typified by the dragon, Satan, Zeus, etc. “Zeus is represented as a serpent — the intellectual tempter of man — which, nevertheless, begets in the course of cyclic evolution the ‘Man-Saviour,’ the solar Bacchus or ‘Dionysus,’ more than a man” (SD 2:419-20). Indeed, often it is our higher nature which “tempts” us upwards by calling forth latent or inner powers which, once evoked, are the ladder by which we climb. Thus our tempter is also our redeemer. The esoteric teaching of the tempting of humankind by awakening in its light of intellect has been materialized into a sensual temptation by a Devil in the Garden of Eden; and in the Bible, an evolutionary phase has been theologically degraded into a sin. The astral light is also spoken of as the tempter, especially by Eliphas Levi.

the angelic hosts are able to enter the Garden of

the Garden of Gethsemane, with the assurance of

The Fall ::: As part of the allegory of the Garden of Eden, this is the Fall from non-duality into dualistic identity that gave rise to the plethora of permutations of experience that categorize consciousness.

The first Dalai Lama, DGE 'DUN GRUB, was known as a great scholar and religious practitioner. A direct disciple of TSONG KHA PA, he is remembered for founding BKRA SHIS LHUN PO monastery near the central Tibetan town of Shigatse. The second Dalai Lama, Dge 'dun rgya mtsho, was born the son of a RNYING MA YOGIN and became a renowned tantric master in his own right. ¶ It is with the third Dalai Lama, BSOD NAMS RGYA MTSHO, that the Dalai Lama lineage actually begins. Recognized at a young age as the reincarnation of Dge 'dun rgya mtsho, he was appointed abbot of 'BRAS SPUNGS monastery near LHA SA and soon rose to fame throughout central Asia as a Buddhist teacher. He served as a religious master for the Mongol ruler Altan Khan, who bestowed the title "Dalai Lama," and is credited with converting the Tümed Mongols to Buddhism. Later in life, he traveled extensively across eastern Tibet and western China, teaching and carrying out monastic construction projects. ¶ The fourth Dalai Lama, Yon tan rgya mtsho, was recognized in the person of the grandson of Altan Khan's successor, solidifying Mongol-Tibetan ties. ¶ While the first four Dalai Lamas served primarily as religious scholars and teachers, the fifth Dalai Lama, NGAG DBANG BLO BZANG RGYA MTSHO, combined religious and secular activities to become one of Tibet's preeminent statesmen. He was a dynamic political leader who, with the support of Gushi Khan, defeated his opponents and in 1642 was invested with temporal powers over the Tibetan state, in addition to his religious role, a position that succeeding Dalai Lamas held until 1959. A learned and prolific author, he and his regent, SDE SRID SANGS RGYAS RGYA MTSHO, were largely responsible for the identification of the Dalai Lamas with the bodhisattva Avalokitesvara. The construction of the PO TA LA palace began during his reign (and was completed after this death). He is popularly known as the "Great Fifth." ¶ The sixth Dalai Lama, TSHANGS DBYANGS RGYA MTSHO, was a controversial figure who chose to abandon the strict monasticism of his predecessors in favor of a life of society and culture, refusing to take the vows of a fully ordained monk (BHIKsU). He is said to have frequented the drinking halls below the Po ta la palace. He constructed pleasure gardens and the temple of the NAGAs, called the KLU KHANG, on the palace grounds. He is remembered especially for his poetry, which addresses themes such as love and the difficulty of spiritual practice. Tibetans generally interpret his behavior as exhibiting an underlying tantric wisdom, a skillful means for teaching the dharma. His death is shrouded in mystery. Official accounts state that he died while under arrest by Mongol troops. According to a prominent secret biography (GSANG BA'I RNAM THAR), however, he lived many more years, traveling across Tibet in disguise. ¶ The seventh Dalai Lama, SKAL BZANG RGYA MTSHO, was officially recognized only at the age of twelve, and due to political complications, did not participate actively in affairs of state. He was renowned for his writings on tantra and his poetry. ¶ The eighth Dalai Lama, 'Jam dpal rgya mtsho (Jampal Gyatso, 1758-1804), built the famous NOR BU GLING KHA summer palace. ¶ The ninth through twelfth Dalai Lamas each lived relatively short lives, due, according to some accounts, to political intrigue and the machinations of power-hungry regents. According to tradition, from the death of one Dalai Lama to the investiture of the next Dalai Lama as head of state (generally a period of some twenty years), the nation was ruled by a regent, who was responsible for discovering the new Dalai Lama and overseeing his education. If the Dalai Lama died before reaching his majority, the reign of the regent was extended. ¶ The thirteenth Dalai Lama, THUB BSTAN RGYA MTSHO, was an astute and forward-looking political leader who guided Tibet through a period of relative independence during a time of foreign entanglements with Britain, China, and Russia. In his last testament, he is said to have predicted Tibet's fall to Communist China. ¶ The fourteenth and present Dalai Lama, Bstan 'dzin rgya mtsho, assumed his position several years prior to reaching the age of majority as his country faced the Chinese invasion of Tibet in 1950. In 1959, he escaped into exile, establishing a government-in-exile in the Himalayan town of Dharamsala (DHARMAsALA) in northwestern India. Since then, he has traveled and taught widely around the world, while also advocating a nonviolent solution to Tibet's occupation. He was born in the A mdo region of what is now Qinghai province in China to a farming family, although his older brother had already been recognized as an incarnation at a nearby important Dge lugs monastery (SKU 'BUM). On his becoming formally accepted as Dalai Lama, his family became aristocrats and moved to Lha sa. He was educated traditionally by private tutors (yongs 'dzin), under the direction first of the regent Stag brag rin po che (in office 1941-1950), and later Gling rin po che Thub bstan lung rtogs rnam rgyal (1903-1983) and Khri byang rin po che Blo bzang ye shes (1901-1981). His modern education was informal, gained from conversations with travelers, such as the Austrian mountaineer Heinrich Harrer. When the Chinese army entered the Khams region of eastern Tibet in 1951, he formally took over from the regent and was enthroned as the head of the DGA' LDAN PHO BRANG government. In the face of Tibetan unrest as the Chinese government brought Tibet firmly under central control, the Dalai Lama fled to India in 1959; the Indian government accorded the Dalai Lama respect as a religious figure but did not accept his claim to be the head of a separate state. In 1989, the Dalai Lama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize, an event that increased his prominence around the world. He is the author of many books in English, most of them the written record of lectures and traditional teachings translated from Tibetan.

the gardener croons,

the golden apples in the garden of Hesperides.

  “The idea was that Mother Eve in the Garden of Eden held encapsulated in her womb all the seeds of the human race, which she passed on to her children, the families of which in their turn held encapsulated the seeds of future generations, passing them on to their children; and so forth. When properly interpreted, this is what H. P. B. meant when she spoke in The Secret Doctrine (I, 223-4) of the unmodified germ plasm — Weismann’s theory.

The linga-sarira has great tensile strength. It changes continuously during a lifetime, although these changes never depart from the fundamental human type or pattern, just as the physical body alters every moment. It also possesses the ability to exteriorize itself to a certain distance from its physical encasement, but in no case more than a few feet. It is composed of electromagnetic matter, which is somewhat more refined than the matter of our physical body. The whole world was composed of such matter in far past ages before it became the dense physical sphere it now is. After long ages the astral form had evolved and perfected, so that it has the form that the human races had during the early period of the third root-race — a more or less materialized concretion of the still more ethereal astrals of the first and second root-races. After another long period, during which the cycle of further descent into matter progressed, the gradually thickening astral form oozed forth from itself a coat of skin, corresponding to the Hebrew allegory of the Garden of Eden. Thus the present physical flesh-form of mankind appears.

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They locate the “grieslie king” in the Garden of

Thièn Uyën Tập Anh. (禪苑集英). In Vietnamese, "Outstanding Figures in the THIỀN Garden." Compiled by an unknown author around the third decade of the fourteenth century, this anthology is a collection of the biographies of eminent Thièn masters in Vietnam from the sixth to the thirteenth centuries, organized around the transmission of the three major Vietnamese Thièn schools: VINĪTARUCI, VÔ NGÔN THÔNG, and THẢO ĐƯỜNG. The Thiển Uyẻn purports to be a narrative history of Vietnamese Buddhism and as such is modeled upon the Chinese CHAN literary genre known as the "transmission of the lamplight" (CHUANDENG LU). According to the account presented in the Thiển Uyẻn, Vietnamese Buddhist history is a continuation of the development of the Chinese Chan tradition. In the same period during which the Thièn Uyẻn was compiled, there emerged a number of texts of the same genre, but only fragments of those are extant. The Thièn Uyẻn is the only such lineage history that appears to have been preserved in its entirety and is the only text that attempts to provide a cohesive narrative history of Vietnamese Buddhism. The Thiển Uyẻn, however, was all but forgotten for centuries until a later recension of the text was accidentally discovered by the scholar Tràn Văn Giap in 1927. Tràn wrote a long article outlining the content of text, which accepts the record of the Thiển Uyẻn as veridical history. Since that time, the account of the order provided in the Thiển Uyẻn has been widely regarded as the official history of Vietnamese Buddhism.

Thiền. (禪). In Vietnamese, "Meditation"; the Vietnamese strand of the broader East Asian Chan school, which includes Chinese CHAN, Japanese ZEN, and Korean SoN. According to the THIỀN UYỂN TẬP ANH ("Outstanding Figures in the Thièn Garden"), one of the few primary sources of the school's history, Chan teachings were assumed to have been transmitted to Vietnam by VINĪTARUCI (d. 594), a South Indian brāhmana who is claimed (rather dubiously) to have studied in China with the third Chan patriarch SENGCAN before heading south to Guangzhou and Vietnam. In 580, he is said to have arrived in Vietnam and settled at Phap Van monastery, where he subsequently transmitted his teachings to Phap Hièn (d. 626), who carried on his Chan tradition. In addition to the Vinītaruci lineage, there are two other putative lineages of Vietnamese Thièn, both named after their supposed founders: VÔ NGÔN THÔNG (reputedly a student of BAIZHANG HUAIHAI), and THẢO ĐƯỜNG (reputedly connected to the YUNMEN ZONG in China). Much of this history is, however, a retrospective creation. The Thièn school is in reality a much more amorphous construct than it is in the rest of East Asia: in Vietnam, there is no obvious Chan monasticism, practices, or rituals as there were in China, Korea, and Japan. Thièn is instead more of an aesthetic approach or a way of life than an identifiable school of thought or practice. Some of the few recognizable influences of Thièn in Vietnam are the traces of Chan literary topoi in Vietnamese Buddhist literature. There is little else, whether physical sites, ecclesiastical institutions, or textual or praxis evidence, that points to a concrete school of Thièn in Vietnam. See also CHAN; CHAN ZONG.

Thomas, Edward Joseph. (1869-1958). British scholar of Pāli and Sanskrit Buddhism. He was the son of a Yorkshire gardener and worked as a gardener himself in his early life before studying at St. Andrews and then Cambridge, where he received his BA in 1905. He spent the remainder of his life at Cambridge, holding various positions at the university library, where he was renowned for his knowledge of languages (along with his work in Indian languages, he also published a book on Danish conversational grammar). He wrote both general works on Buddhist thought and translated Buddhist texts, including a collection of JĀTAKA stories from the Pāli. His most influential work was The Life of the Buddha as Legend and History (1927), in which he focused upon the structure of various biographical fragments and texts, and their role within the wider tradition. Thomas stressed the importance of studying all available language sources and the need to understand the mythic and fabulous elements of the religion as important traditions in their own right.

thyme ::: n. --> Any plant of the labiate genus Thymus. The garden thyme (Thymus vulgaris) is a warm, pungent aromatic, much used to give a relish to seasoning and soups.

tichang. (J. teisho; K. chech'ang 提唱). In Chinese, "lecture," a type of discourse associated especially with the CHAN ZONG and widely known in the West by its Japanese pronunciation teisho; also called tigang (J. teiko, K. chegang) or tiyao (J. teiyo, K. cheyo). Such lectures, which were often delivered in highly colloquial language, sought to point to the main purport of a Chan tradition, text, or "case" (GONG'AN) by drawing on the peculiar Chan argot and extensively citing Chan literature and Buddhist scriptures. Chan masters might also deliver a sequential series of lectures on each of the Chan cases in a larger gong'an collection, such as the BIYAN LU or the WUMEN GUAN. Such lectures were sometimes delivered in conjunction with the formal "ascending the hall" (SHANGTANG) procedure; the term may also refer to the master's expository comments regarding questions that visitors might raise in the course of listening to a formal lecture. The tichang lecture is the Chan counterpart of expositions of Buddhist teachings given by lecturers in doctrinal schools, but making more use of Chan rather than commentarial and scriptural materials. The term was widely used in the Chan tradition especially from the Song dynasty onward. Although the term appears only rarely in such Chan codes as the BAIZHANG QINGGUI ("Baizhang's Pure Rules") and the CHANYUAN QINGGUI ("Pure Rules of the Chan Garden"), these sources do describe the general procedures to be followed in delivering such a lecture. The forty-two roll Liezu tigang lu ("Record of the Lectures of Successive Patriarchs," using the alternate term tigang), compiled by the Qing-dynasty Chan master Daiweng Xingyue (1619-1684), collects about four hundred Chinese masters' lectures delivered at various special occasions, such as the reigning emperor's birthday or funeral, and in conjunction with daily services.

topiarian ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to the ornamental cutting and trimming of trees, hedges, etc.; practicing ornamental gardening.

topiary ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to ornamental gardening; produced by cutting, trimming, etc.; topiarian.

trance of Satan into the Garden of Eden, the

Tree A variant of the cross or tau, to be considered in connection with the serpent which is wound round it. The two together symbolize the world tree with the spiritual, intellectual, psychic, and psychological aggregate of forces encircling the world tree and working in and through it — these forces often grouped in the Orient under the name of kundalini. In minor significance, the two together symbolize the life-waves, or any life-wave, passing through the planes, spirit circling through matter, fohat working in the kosmos. Thus the tree symbol stands for the universe, and correspondentially for man, in whom the monadic ray kindles activity on the several planes; while the physiological key of interpretation applies to the analogies in the human body with its various structures through which play the pranic currents. The tree, by its form, represents evolution, for it begins with a root and spreads out into branches and twigs; only as applied to the kosmos the root is conceived to be on high and the branches to extend downwards. Thus there is the Asvattha tree of India or bodhi tree, the Norse Yggdrasil, the tree Ababel in the Koran, the Sephirothal Tree which is ’Adam Qadmon. In the Garden of Eden it is stated that there were two trees, the Tree of Life and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, which signifies the two knowledges. It is said in Gnosticism that Ennoia (divine thought) and Ophis (serpent), as a unity, are the Logos; as separated they are the Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge, the former spiritual, the latter manasic. Adam eats the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge which means in one important allegory of human evolution that mankind after the separation of the sexes became endowed with manas, or that when humanity began to be endowed with dual manas, the rays then separated into the opposite sexes; and lest he should partake of the Tree of Life and become immortal, in the then imperfect state of evolution, he is turned out of Eden. It is stated that buddhi becomes transformed into the tree whose fruit is emancipation and which finally destroys the roots of the Asvattha, which here is the symbol of the mayavi life. This latter tree is also the emblem of secret and sacred knowledge, guarded by serpents or dragons; it may also refer to a sacred scripture. Dragons guarded the tree with the golden apples of the Hesperides; the trees of Meru were guarded by a serpent; Juno, on her wedding with Jupiter, gave him a tree with golden fruit, as Eve gave the fruit to Adam. Blavatsky says of Eve: “She it was who first led man to the Tree of Knowledge and made known to him Good and Evil; and if she had been left in peace to do quietly that which she wished to do, she would have conducted him to the Tree of Life and would thus have rendered him immortal” (La Revue Theosophique 2:10). See also ASVATTHA, YGGDRASIL

treeoflife ::: Tree of Life In the Book of Genesis, this is a tree whose fruit gives everlasting life, i.e. immortality. After eating of the Tree of Knowledge of good and evil, Adam and Eve were exiled from the Garden of Eden, after which God set angels to guard the entrance to the Garden fearing they would also eat of the Tree of Life and so become immortal. The Tree of Life is also the symbolic representation of the Kabbalah, comprising the ten Sephiroth and the twenty-two paths of spiritual wisdom. It is a powerful means of gaining personal and spiritual realisation.

trowel ::: n. --> A mason&

twelve deeds of a buddha. (S. buddhakārya; T. sangs rgyas kyi mdzad pa). A list of twelve acts said to be performed or "displayed" by the "transformation body" (NIRMĀnAKĀYA) of each buddha. Although the specific deeds in the list of twelve vary, the notion of the twelve deeds seems to have become popular during the Pāla dynasty in India, where it is often depicted. The Dvādasakāranāmanayastotra (Mdzad pa bcu gnyis kyi tshul la bstod pa), "Praise of the Twelve Deeds of a Buddha," is extremely popular in Tibet and is often a part of a monastery's daily liturgy. One version of the list of deeds is (1) descent from TUsITA, (2) entry into the womb (viz., conception), (3) taking birth in the LUMBINĪ Garden, (4) proficiency in the arts, (5) enjoyment of consorts, (6) renouncing the world, (7) practicing asceticism on the banks of the NAIRANJANĀ River, (8) seeking enlightenment in BODHGAYĀ, (9) subjugating MĀRA, (10) attaining enlightenment, (11) turning the wheel of the dharma (DHARMACAKRAPRAVARTANA), and (12) passing into PARINIRVĀnA in KUsINAGARĪ. Although the notion of twelve deeds seems to have developed in the MAHĀYĀNA, the idea of a specific set of actions common to all the buddhas is also found in the MAINSTREAM BUDDHIST SCHOOLS; for example, the Pāli tradition notes that thirty facts are common to all buddhas. For a similar East Asian list of eight stereotypical episodes in a buddha's life, see BAXIANG.

Udgata. (P. Uggata; T. 'Phags pa; C. Yujiatuo; J. Utsukada; K. Ulgat'a 欝伽陀). Lay disciple of the Buddha deemed to be foremost among laymen who served the order (SAMGHA). According to the Pāli account, where he is known as Uggata, he was a wealthy householder living in the town of Hatthigāma. One day, while the Buddha was sojourning at the Nāgavanuyyāna garden in the town, Uggata visited the garden in a drunken state, accompanied by dancers, after a drinking binge that had lasted seven days. Seeing the Buddha, he was filled with shame and immediately sobered up. The Buddha preached to him, and he became a nonreturner (ANĀGĀMIN) on the spot. He dismissed the dancers and, from that time onward, devoted himself to serving the order. He used to receive visitations from the divinities, who told him of the attainments of various members of the order and suggested that he favor these above the rest. Uggata, however, treated all monks equally and showed no preference in his benefactions between those who had attained distinction as ĀRYAPUDGALA and those who were still unenlightened. When queried, Uggata said that there were eight wonderful things that happened to, and were done by, him in this life: he recovered his sobriety the very moment he saw the Buddha; he readily understood the Buddha's teaching of the FOUR NOBLE TRUTHS; when he took a vow of celibacy, he provided for his four wives even to the point of finding one of them a new husband of her choice; he shared his great wealth with persons of good conduct; he served monks wholeheartedly, listening to their sermons or preaching to them when they did not speak; he was equally generous to all monks without making distinctions; he was not prideful of his conversations with the divinities; and he did not worry about death, for the Buddha had assured him that he would not return to this world.

Uriel descending from heaven on a sunbeam to join Gabriel, Ithuriel, and Zephon in the Garden of Eden,

vase ::: n. --> A vessel adapted for various domestic purposes, and anciently for sacrificial uses; especially, a vessel of antique or elegant pattern used for ornament; as, a porcelain vase; a gold vase; a Grecian vase. See Illust. of Portland vase, under Portland.
A vessel similar to that described in the first definition above, or the representation of one in a solid block of stone, or the like, used for an ornament, as on a terrace or in a garden. See Illust. of Niche.

Venus: The Italic goddess of gardens who was later identified with the Greek Aphrodite as the goddess of beauty.

V. Erdman. Garden City, N.Y.: Doubleday, 1965.

verger ::: n. --> One who carries a verge, or emblem of office.
An attendant upon a dignitary, as on a bishop, a dean, a justice, etc.
The official who takes care of the interior of a church building.
A garden or orchard.

watch over the Garden of Eden and the Tree of

water cart ::: --> A cart carrying water; esp., one carrying water for sale, or for sprinkling streets, gardens, etc.

Wat Pho. In Thai, "Monastery of Awakening" (P. BODHI); also known as Wat Phra Chetuphon (P. JETAVANA); the oldest and largest monastery in Bangkok, constructed in the sixteenth century and occupying twenty acres of land. It was extensively rebuilt in 1781 by King Rāma I and renovated in the first half of the nineteenth century by King Rāma III. The site also houses Thailand's largest reclining buddha image and the largest number of buddha images in the country. The reclining buddha image, constructed in the reign of King Rāma III, is 153 feet (forty-six meters) long and fifty feet (fifteen meters) high. Modeled out of plaster around a brick core, the image is finished in gold leaf, with mother-of-pearl inlay in the eyes. The feet display the 108 different auspicious characteristics of a buddha. In all, the monastery contains over a thousand buddha images, many from the ruins of the former capitals of AYUTHAYA and SUKHOTHAI, and a total of ninety-five STuPAs of various sizes. Other features are a series of 152 marble slabs depicting the second half of the epic Rāmakian story (the Thai version of the Hindu epic the Rāmāyana), as well as numerous chapels, rock gardens, statues, and bell towers. Sometimes referred to as Thailand's first university, Wat Pho also contains an encyclopedic collection of engravings and paintings dealing with astrology, botany, herbal medicine, massage, and yoga. The wat is still a center for teaching traditional Thai massage.

Wat Suthat Thepwararam. [alt. Wat Suthat]. In Thai, "Beautiful Noble Garden of the Devas" (P. Sudassanadevavarārāma); an important Thai monastery in Bangkok, founded by King Rāma I in 1807. It houses an image of the Buddha seated in the "earth-touching" (BHuMISPARsAMUDRĀ) pose. The image, known as Phra Sisakayamuni (derived from srī-sĀKYAMUNI), is considered the largest (over twenty-five feet tall) and oldest bronze buddha image in Thailand; it was brought from SUKHOTHAI by boat. The monastery is also known for its intricately carved wooden doors, created during the reign of Rāma II (r. 1809-1824) and now housed in the National Museum, and its murals of the Buddha's previous lives, from the reign of Rāma III (r. 1824-1851). The large ordination hall of the monastery is considered one of the most beautiful in Thailand. The temple grounds also contain twenty-eight pagodas, representing the twenty-eight buddhas of the auspicious eon. The temple is the traditional seat of the brāhmana priest who oversees important Thai royal ceremonies, such as the annual plowing ceremony. In front of the monastery is a giant swing, once used in an annual festival in which young men tried to swing high enough to retrieve a sack of gold suspended at a height of seventy-five feet. The festival was banned in the 1930s because of the number of deaths that resulted from the competition.

weedy ::: superl. --> Of or pertaining to weeds; consisting of weeds.
Abounding with weeds; as, weedy grounds; a weedy garden; weedy corn.
Scraggy; ill-shaped; ungainly; -- said of colts or horses, and also of persons. ::: a.

weigelia ::: n. --> A hardy garden shrub (Diervilla Japonica) belonging to the Honeysuckle family, with white or red flowers. It was introduced from China.

"What is God after all? An eternal child playing an eternal game in an eternal garden.” Essays in Philosophy and Yoga*

“What is God after all? An eternal child playing an eternal game in an eternal garden.” Essays in Philosophy and Yoga

, which means (from Aramaic)  &

whitethroat ::: n. --> Any one of several species of Old World warblers, esp. the common European species (Sylvia cinerea), called also strawsmear, nettlebird, muff, and whitecap, the garden whitethroat, or golden warbler (S. hortensis), and the lesser whitethroat (S. curruca).

William R. Schoedel. Garden City, N.Y.: Doubleday,

With regard to the elohim bringing man forth “in their own image” (tselem), Blavatsky says: “The sexless Race was their first production, a modification of and from themselves, the pure spiritual existences; and this as Adam solus. Thence came the second Race: Adam-Eve or Jod-Heva, inactive androgynes; and finally the Third, or the ‘Separating Hermaphrodite,’ Cain and Abel, who produce the Fourth, Seth-Enos, etc.” (SD 2:134). Again, “finally, even the four ‘Adams’ (symbolizing under other names the four preceding races) were forgotten; and passing from one generation in to another, each loaded with some additional myths, got at last drowned in that ocean of popular symbolism called the Pantheons. Yet they exist to this day in the oldest Jewish traditions, as the Tzelem, ‘the Shadow-Adam’ (the Chhayas of our doctrine); the ‘model’ Adam, the copy of the first, and the ‘male and female’ of the exoteric genesis (chap. i); the third, the ‘earthly Adam’ before the Fall, an androgyne; and the Fourth — the Adam after his fall, i.e. separated into sexes, or the pure Atlantean. The Adam of the garden of Eden, or the forefather of our race — the fifth — is an ingenious compound of the above four” (SD 2:503). See also ‘OLAM; SEPHIRAH

Xiangguosi. (相國寺). In Chinese, "Minister of the State Monastery"; located in eastern Henan in the city of Kaifeng. Originally built in 555 CE and named Jianguosi, it was subsequently destroyed during a battle. It then became a private residence and garden; but later, when a monk named Huiyun saw a reflection of a monastery in its garden pool, he collected enough subscriptions to buy the residence and turn it back into a monastery in 711. It was renamed Xiangguosi by the Ruizong emperor of the Tang (r. 684-690, 710-712). The monastery was well supported by Tang and Song emperors, as evidenced by the campus's extensive grounds and the lavish materials used in its accoutrements, such as using gold dust to decorate images, icons, and paintings. It is well known for its layout, including its use of twin pagodas (STuPA). Xiangguosi also became famous for its frescoes, painted by famous contemporary artists from the neighboring region. Artists at the Song Painting Academy painted much of the Buddhist imagery at this monastery. Xiangguosi reached the zenith of its influence during the Song dynasty, when it became an outpost for foreign monks visiting China.

Xiangyan Zhixian. (J. Kyogen Chikan; K. Hyangom Chihan 香嚴智閑) (d. 898). Chinese CHAN master in the GUIYANG ZONG of the Chan tradition. Zhixian entered the monastery under BAIZHANG HUAIHAI and later became a student of YANGSHAN HUIJI. Zhixian dwelled for a long time at Mt. Xiangyan, whence his toponym. One day while he was sweeping the garden, Zhixian is said to have attained awakening when he heard the bamboo brush against the roof tiles. He is best known for the GONG'AN case "Xiangyan Hanging from a Tree": A man is dangling by his mouth from the branch of a tall tree, his hands tied behind his back and nothing beneath his feet. Someone comes under the tree branch and asks, "Why did BODHIDHARMA come from the West?" If he keeps his mouth clenched and refuses to answer, he is rude to the questioner; but if he opens his mouth to answer, he will fall to his death. How does he answer? Upon Zhixian's death, he was given the posthumous title Chan master Xideng (Inheritor of the Lamplight).

Yang Chu: (c. 440-360 B.C.) Was a great Taoist whose teachings, together with those of Mo Tzu, "filled the empire" and strongly rivaled Confucianism at the time of Mencius (371-289 B.C.) His main doctrines of following nature and preserving life and the essence of being have been distorted as hedonism and egoism in the work bearing his mme (Ch. VII of Lieh Tzu, c. 300 A.D.; Eng. tr. by A. Forke: Yang Chu's Garden of Pleasure). -- W.T.C.

zauschneria ::: n. --> A genus of flowering plants. Zauschneria Californica is a suffrutescent perennial, with showy red flowers much resembling those of the garden fuchsia.

Zuting shiyuan. (J. Sotei jion; K. Chojong sawon 祖庭事苑). In Chinese, "Garden of Matters from the Patriarchs' Hall," edited in eight rolls by Mu'an Shanxiang (d.u.) in 1108; the oldest encyclopedia of the Chinese CHAN tradition. This collection includes over 2,400 items related to Chan pedagogy, culled from Buddhist and secular stories, proverbs, numerological lists, personal names, local dialects, and so forth. Mu'an is said to have embarked on this project in response to the growing number of monks who were unable to understand the rich content and context of the many GONG'AN exchanges found in Chan literature. Mu'an's material is drawn from over twenty important Chan sources, such as the discourse records (YULU) of YUNMEN WENYAN, XUEDOU CHONGXIAN, and FAYAN WENYI, and YONGJIA XUANJUE's popular ZHENGDAO GE. The encyclopedia functions as a glossary for these works, offering explanations for their difficult technical terms and obscure names (which are not necessarily Chan or Buddhist in origin), and drawing his explanations from Buddhist, Confucian, and Daoist materials, as well as such secular sources. For example, the first roll of the encyclopedia provides a glossary of the Yunmen lu, which discusses the author Yunmen Wenyan, offers definitions of terms and explanations of names appearing in the text, drawing on sources ranging from the Shiji ("Book of History") to the AGAMA SuTRAs, and fills out the myriad numerical lists that appear in the text, such as the three vehicles (C. sansheng; S. TRIYĀNA), the three baskets of the canon (C. sanzang; S. TRIPItAKA), the eight teachings of Tiantai (see WUSHI BAJIAO), etc. Mu'an's exhaustive collection meticulously traces the source of each item and provides a detailed commentary on each. The Zuting shiyuan was republished in 1154, and numerous editions were published during the Tokugawa period in Japan.

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1:A garden is never finished. ~ Shunryu Suzuki,
2:Mary is the lily in God's garden. ~ Saint Bridget of Sweden,
3:Go after the gardener, not after the garden. ~ Rabia al-Adawiyya,
4:Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood. ~ Pablo Neruda,
5:If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. ~ Cicero,
6:If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
   ~ Cicero,
7:Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
   ~ Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden,
8:When the world wearies, and society ceases to satisfy, there is always the Garden. ~ Minnie Aumonier,
9:Don't waste your time chasing butterflies. Mend your garden, and the butterflies will come." ~ Mario Quintana,
10:Don't waste your time chasing butterflies. Mend your garden, and the butterflies will come.
   ~ Mario Quintana/Unknown,
11:Lift your head up off the table. See, there are no edges to this garden. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
12:In the garden of literature, the highest and the most charismatic flowers are always the quotations. ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
13:O my friends, plant only flowers of love in the garden of hearts. ~ Baha-ullah, the Eternal Wisdom
14:Or do ye think that ye shall enter the Garden of Bliss without such trials as came to those who passed away before you? ~ Koran, 2:214,
15:A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors. ~ Charles Baudelaire
16:Your mind is a walled garden, even death cannot touch the flowers blooming there.
   ~ Jonathan Nolan & Lisa Joy, Westworld, Ford to Dolores,
17: You are that blessed soul who belongs to the garden of Paradise. " ~ Jalaluddin Rumi, @Sufi_Path
18:an abandoned garden
becomes a home
to a swarm of butterflies
~ Sogi, @BashoSociety
19:after the rain
garden sparrows
autumn mist
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
20:In a riddle whose answer is chess, what is the only prohibited word?
   ~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
21:Lost in these imaginary illusions I forgot my destiny - that of the hunted.~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
22:Many dwell upon the glory of God's works. Many are charmed with the garden, but few seek the Lord of the garden. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
23:Self-control needs to be cultivated and guarded ceaselessly, so as to prevent any of the passions that are outside the garden from stealthily creeping in. ~ Philokalia,
24:We must cultivate our own garden. When man was put in the garden of Eden he was put there so that he should work, which proves that man was not born to rest.
   ~ Voltaire,
25:O garden! O garden! Let me use your roses for my rosary and I will let your flowers bloom in every heart. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi, @Sufi_Path
26:God does not lie in our collective past, God lies in our collective future; the Garden of Eden is tomorrow, not yesterday; the Golden Age lies down the road, not up it. ~ ken-wilber,
27:It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
28:Courtesy is the most precious of jewels. The beauty that is not perfected by courtesy is like a garden without a flower. ~ Buddhacharita, the Eternal Wisdom
29: It is this consideration which has led to the adoption of the Qabalistic " tree of life" as the basis of the universal philosophical alphabet. ~ Israel Regardie, A Garden of Pomegranates,
30:What is God after all?
   An eternal child
   playing an eternal game
   in an eternal garden.
   ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays In Philosophy And Yoga, Thoughts And Glimpses,
31:O Lower self, which is better, the Garden of eternity or a glimpse of this world's unlawful bounty and its wretched, fleeting rubbish? ~ Abu Hamid al-Ghazali,
32:Do not judge God's world from your own. Trim your own hedge as you wish and plant your flowers in the patterns you can understand, but do not judge the garden of nature from your little window box. ~ Georg C Lichtenberg,
33:Do not be discouraged, because, if there is a continuous effort to improve in the soul, in the end the Lord rewards it by making it suddenly blossom in all its virtues as in a flower garden. ~ Saint Padre Pio of Pietrelcina
34:I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future and in some way involve the stars.~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
35:Each portion of matter may be conceived as like a garden full of plants and like a pond full of fishes. But each branch of every plant, each member of every animal, each drop of its liquid parts is also some rich garden or pond. ~ Leibniz, Monadology 65-66,
36:Continue to pray that God may console you when you feel that the weight of the Cross is becoming too burdensome. Acting thus you are not doing anything against the will of God, but are with the Son of God who, in the garden, asked His Father for some relief. ~ Saint Padre Pio,
37:I kept asking myself how a book could be infinite. I could not imagine any other than a cyclic volume, circular. A volume whose last page would be the same as the first and so have the possibility of continuing indefinitely.~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
38:Ts'ui Pe must have said once: I am withdrawing to write a book. And another time: I am withdrawing to construct a labyrinth. Every one imagined two works; to no one did it occur that the book and the maze were one and the same thing." ~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
39:This web of time - the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries - embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not.~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
40:A man's mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth. If no useful seeds are put into it, then an abundance of useless weed seeds will fall therein, and will continue to produce their kind. ~ James Allen, As a Man Thinketh,
41:Writing long books is a laborious and impoverishing act of foolishness: expanding in five hundred pages an idea that could be perfectly explained in a few minutes. A better procedure is to pretend that those books already exist and to offer a summary, a commentary.
   ~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths?,
42:A beginner must look on himself as one setting out to make a garden for his Lord's pleasure, on most unfruitful soil which abounds in weeds. His Majesty roots up the weeds and will put in good plants instead. Let us reckon that this is already done when the soul decides to practice prayer and has begun to do so. ~ Saint Teresa of Avila,
43:In all fiction, when a man is faced with alternatives he chooses one at the expense of the others. In the almost unfathomable Ts'ui Pen, he chooses - simultaneously - all of them. He thus creates various futures, various times which start others that will in their turn branch out and bifurcate in other times. That is the cause of the contradictions in the novel." ~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
44:The unfolding through time of all things from one is the simple message, finally, of every one of the creation myths reproduced in the pages of these volumes~including that of our contemporary biological view, which becomes an effective mythic image the moment we recognize its own inner mystery. By the same magic, every god that is dead can be conjured again to life, as any fragment of rock from a hillside, set respectfully in a garden, will arrest the eye. ~ Joseph Campbell,
45:The 'Intelligence of Will' denotes that this is the path where each individual 'created being' is 'prepared' for the spiritual quest by being made aware of the higher and divine 'will' of the creatoR By spiritual preparation (prayer, meditation, visualization, and aspiration), the student becomes aware of the higher will and ultimately attains oneness with the Divine Self-fully immersed in the knowledge of 'the existence of the Primordial Wisdom.'
   ~ Israel Regardie, A Garden Of Pomegranates: Skrying On The Tree Of Life,
46:The object of the theoretical (as separate from the practical) Qabalah, insofar as this thesis is concerned, is to enable the student to do three main things: First, to analyze every idea in terms of the Tree of Life. Second, to trace a necessary connection and relation between every and any class of ideas by referring them to this standard of comparison. Third, to translate any unknown system of symbolism into terms of any known one by its means.
   ~ Israel Regardie, A Garden Of Pomegranates: Skrying On The Tree Of Life,
47: The age-old advice, "Know thyself," is more imperative than ever. The tempo of science has accelerated to such a degree that today's discoveries frequently make yesterday's equations obsolescent almost before they can be chalked up on a blackboard. Small wonder, then that every other hospital bed is occupied by a mental patient. Man was not constructed to spend his life at a crossroads, one of which leads he knows not where, and the other to threatened annihilation of his species. ~ Israel Regardie, A Garden of Pomegranates, Intro,
48:In Japanese language, kata (though written as 方) is a frequently-used suffix meaning way of doing, with emphasis on the form and order of the process. Other meanings are training method and formal exercise. The goal of a painter's practicing, for example, is to merge his consciousness with his brush; the potter's with his clay; the garden designer's with the materials of the garden. Once such mastery is achieved, the theory goes, the doing of a thing perfectly is as easy as thinking it
   ~ Boye De Mente, Japan's Secret Weapon - The Kata Factor,
49:To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived~this is to have succeeded. ~ Bessie Anderson Stanley,
50:If a man finds himself haunted by evil desires and unholy images, which will generally be at periodical hours, let him commit to memory passages of Scripture, or passages from the best writers in verse or prose. Let him store his mind with these, as safeguards to repeat when he lies awake in some restless night, or when despairing imaginations, or gloomy, suicidal thoughts, beset him. Let these be to him the sword, turning everywhere to keep the way of the Garden of Life from the intrusion of profaner footsteps. ~ Lewis Carroll, Sylvie and Bruno, [T6],
51:There are not many, those who have no secret garden of the mind. For this garden alone can give refreshment when life is barren of peace or sustenance or satisfactory answer. Such sanctuaries may be reached by a certain philosophy or faith, by the guidance of a beloved author or an understanding friend, by way of the temples of music and art, or by groping after truth through the vast kingdoms of knowledge. They encompass almost always truth and beauty, and are radiant with the light that never was on sea or land. - Clare Cameron, Green Fields of England ~ Israel Regardie, A Garden Of Pomegranates,
52:And as I ran along the shore, crushing sleeping flowers with heedless feet and maddened ever by the fear of unknown things and the lure of the dead faces, I saw that the garden had no end under that moon; for where by day the walls were, there stretched now only new vistas of trees and paths, flowers and shrubs, stone idols and pagodas, and bendings of the yellow-litten stream past grassy banks and under grotesque bridges of marble. And the lips of the dead lotos-faces whispered sadly, and bade me follow, nor did I cease my steps till the stream became a river, and joined amidst marshes of swaying reeds and beaches of gleaming sand the shore of a vast and nameless sea. Upon ~ H P Lovecraft,
53:one gradually equilibrizes the whole of one's mental structure and obtains a simple view of the incalculably vast complexity of the universe. For it is written: "Equilibrium is the basis of the work." Serious students will need to make a careful study of the attributions detailed in this work and commit them to memory. When, by persistent application to his own mental apparatus, the numerical system with its correspondences is partly understood-as opposed to being merely memorized-the student will be amazed to find fresh light breaking in on him at every turn as he continues to refer every item in experience and consciousness to this standard.
   ~ Israel Regardie, A Garden Of Pomegranates: Skrying On the Tree Of Life,
54:In Malkus, the lowest of the Sephiros, the sphere of the physical world of matter, wherein incarnate the exiled Neschamos from the Divine Palace, there abides the Shechinah, the spiritual Presence of Ain Soph as a heritage to mankind and an ever-present reminder of spiritual verities. That is why there is written " Keser is in Malkus, and Malkus is in Keser, though after another manner The Zohar would imply that the real Shechinah, the real Divine Presence, is allocated to Binah whence it never descends, but that the Shechinah in Malkus is an eidolon or Daughter of the Great Supernal Mother. Isaac Myer suggests that : " It is considered by Qabalists as the executive energy or power of Binah, the Holy Spirit or the Upper Mother." ~ Israel Regardie, A Garden of Pomegrantes,
55:Sri Ramakrishna has described the incident: "The Divine Mother revealed to me in the Kāli temple that it was She who had become everything. She showed me that everything was full of Consciousness. The image was Consciousness, the Altar was Consciousness, the water-vessels were Consciousness, the door-sill was Consciousness, the marble floor was Consciousness - all was Consciousness. I found everything inside the room soaked, as it were, in Bliss - the Bliss of God. I saw a wicked man in front of the Kāli temple; but in him also I saw the power of the Divine Mother vibrating. That was why I fed a cat with the food that was to be offered to the Divine Mother. I clearly perceived that all this was the Divine Mother - even the cat. The manager of the temple garden wrote to Mathur Bābu saying that I was feeding the cat with the offering intended for the Divine Mother. ~ Sri Ramakrishna, Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna,
56:The Garden ::: There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there's moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs a herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space arouna,
And the hedge~encompass'd d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o'er me, and a tremor seems to start -
For I know the flow'rs are shrivell'd hopes - the garden is my heart. ~ H P Lovecraft,
57:Over and over again I sail towards joy, which is never in the room with me, but always near me, across the way, like those rooms full of gayety one sees from the street, or the gayety in the street one sees from a window. Will I ever reach joy? It hides behind the turning merry-go-round of the traveling circus. As soon as I approach it, it is no longer joy. Joy is a foam, an illumination. I am poorer and hungrier for the want of it. When I am in the dance, joy is outside in the elusive garden. When I am in the garden, I hear it exploding from the house. When I am traveling, joy settles like an aurora borealis over the land I leave. When I stand on the shore I see it bloom on the flag of a departing ship. What joy? Have I not possessed it? I want the joy of simple colors, street organs, ribbons, flags, not a joy that takes my breath away and throws me into space alone where no one else can breathe with me, not the joy that comes from a lonely drunkenness. There are so many joys, but I have only known the ones that come like a miracle, touching everything with light. ~ Anais Nin,
58:When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth......
   But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.>p>Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
   But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. ~ Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet,
59:In the name of Him Who created and sustains the world, the Sage Who endowed tongue with speech.
He attains no honor who turns the face from the doer of His mercy.
The kings of the earth prostate themselves before Him in supplication.
He seizes not in haste the disobedient, nor drives away the penitent with violence. The two worlds are as a drop of water in the ocean of His knowledge.
He withholds not His bounty though His servants sin; upon the surface of the earth has He spread a feast, in which both friend and foe may share.
Peerless He is, and His kingdom is eternal. Upon the head of one He placed a crown another he hurled from the throne to the ground.
The fire of His friend He turned into a flower garden; through the water of the Nile He sended His foes to perdition.
Behind the veil He sees all, and concealed our faults with His own goodness.

He is near to them that are downcast, and accepts the prayers of them that lament.
He knows of the things that exist not, of secrets that are untold.
He causes the moon and the sun to revolve, and spreads water upon the earth.
In the heart of a stone hath He placed a jewel; from nothing had He created all that is.
Who can reveal the secret of His qualities; what eye can see the limits of His beauty?
The bird of thought cannot soar to the height of His presence, nor the hand of understanding reach to the skirt of His praise.
Think not, O Saadi, that one can walk in the road of purity except in the footsteps of Mohammed (Peace and Blessings be Upon Him)
~ Saadi, The Bustan of Sa'di,
60:The general characteristics and attributions of these Grades are indicated by their correspondences on the Tree of Life, as may be studied in detail in the Book 777.
   Student. -- His business is to acquire a general intellectual knowledge of all systems of attainment, as declared in the prescribed books. (See curriculum in Appendix I.) {231}
   Probationer. -- His principal business is to begin such practices as he my prefer, and to write a careful record of the same for one year.
   Neophyte. -- Has to acquire perfect control of the Astral Plane.
   Zelator. -- His main work is to achieve complete success in Asana and Pranayama. He also begins to study the formula of the Rosy Cross.
   Practicus. -- Is expected to complete his intellectual training, and in particular to study the Qabalah.
   Philosophus. -- Is expected to complete his moral training. He is tested in Devotion to the Order.
   Dominus Liminis. -- Is expected to show mastery of Pratyahara and Dharana.
   Adeptus (without). -- is expected to perform the Great Work and to attain the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel.
   Adeptus (within). -- Is admitted to the practice of the formula of the Rosy Cross on entering the College of the Holy Ghost.
   Adeptus (Major). -- Obtains a general mastery of practical Magick, though without comprehension.
   Adeptus (Exemptus). -- Completes in perfection all these matters. He then either ("a") becomes a Brother of the Left Hand Path or, ("b") is stripped of all his attainments and of himself as well, even of his Holy Guardian Angel, and becomes a babe of the Abyss, who, having transcended the Reason, does nothing but grow in the womb of its mother. It then finds itself a
   Magister Templi. -- (Master of the Temple): whose functions are fully described in Liber 418, as is this whole initiation from Adeptus Exemptus. See also "Aha!". His principal business is to tend his "garden" of disciples, and to obtain a perfect understanding of the Universe. He is a Master of Samadhi. {232}
   Magus. -- Attains to wisdom, declares his law (See Liber I, vel Magi) and is a Master of all Magick in its greatest and highest sense.
   Ipsissimus. -- Is beyond all this and beyond all comprehension of those of lower degrees. ~ Aleister Crowley, Liber ABA,
   Going to sleep is a little like dying, a journey taken alone into the unknown. Ordinarily we are not troubled about sleep because we are familiar with it, but think about what it entails. We completely lose ourselves in a void for some period of time, until we arise again in a dream. When we do so, we may have a different identity and a different body. We may be in a strange place, with people we do not know, involved in baffling activities that may seem quite risky.
   Just trying to sleep in an unfamiliar place may occasion anxiety. The place may be perfectly secure and comfortable, but we do not sleep as well as we do at home in familiar surroundings. Maybe the energy of the place feels wrong. Or maybe it is only our own insecurity that disturbs us,and even in familiar places we may feel anxious while waiting for sleep to come, or be frightenedby what we dream. When we fall asleep with anxiety, our dreams are mingled with fear and tension, sleep is less restful, and the practice harder to do. So it is a good idea to create a sense of protection before we sleep and to turn our sleeping area into a sacred space.
   This is done by imagining protective dakinis all around the sleeping area. Visualize the dakinis as beautiful goddesses, enlightened female beings who are loving, green in color, and powerfully protective. They remain near as you fall asleep and throughout the night, like mothers watching over their child, or guardians surrounding a king or queen. Imagine them everywhere, guarding the doors and the windows, sitting next to you on the bed, walking in the garden or the yard, and so on, until you feel completely protected.
   Again, this practice is more than just trying to visualize something: see the dakinis with your mind but also use your imagination to feel their presence. Creating a protective, sacred environment in this way is calming and relaxing and promotes restful sleep. This is how the mystic lives: seeing the magic, changing the environment with the mind, and allowing actions, even actions of the imagination, to have significance.
   You can enhance the sense of peace in your sleeping environment by keeping objects of a sacred nature in the bedroom: peaceful, loving images, sacred and religious symbols, and other objects that direct your mind toward the path.
   The Mother Tantra tells us that as we prepare for sleep we should maintain awareness of the causes of dream, the object to focus upon, the protectors, and of ourselves. Hold these together inawareness, not as many things, but as a single environment, and this will have a great effect in dream and sleep.
   ~ Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche, The Tibetan Yogas Of Dream And Sleep,
62:Eternal, unconfined, unextended, without cause and without effect, the Holy Lamp mysteriously burns. Without quantity or quality, unconditioned and sempiternal, is this Light.
It is not possible for anyone to advise or approve; for this Lamp is not made with hands; it exists alone for ever; it has no parts, no person; it is before "I am." Few can behold it, yet it is always there. For it there is no "here" nor "there," no "then" nor "now;" all parts of speech are abolished, save the noun; and this noun is not found either in {106} human speech or in Divine. It is the Lost Word, the dying music of whose sevenfold echo is I A O and A U M.
Without this Light the Magician could not work at all; yet few indeed are the Magicians that have know of it, and far fewer They that have beheld its brilliance!

The Temple and all that is in it must be destroyed again and again before it is worthy to receive that Light. Hence it so often seems that the only advice that any master can give to any pupil is to destroy the Temple.

"Whatever you have" and "whatever you are" are veils before that Light. Yet in so great a matter all advice is vain. There is no master so great that he can see clearly the whole character of any pupil. What helped him in the past may hinder another in the future.

Yet since the Master is pledged to serve, he may take up that service on these simple lines. Since all thoughts are veils of this Light, he may advise the destruction of all thoughts, and to that end teach those practices which are clearly conductive to such destruction.

These practices have now fortunately been set down in clear language by order of the A.'.A.'..

In these instructions the relativity and limitation of each practice is clearly taught, and all dogmatic interpretations are carefully avoided. Each practice is in itself a demon which must be destroyed; but to be destroyed it must first be evoked.

Shame upon that Master who shirks any one of these practices, however distasteful or useless it may be to him! For in the detailed knowledge of it, which experience alone can give him, may lie his opportunity for crucial assistance to a pupil. However dull the drudgery, it should be undergone. If it were possible to regret anything in life, which is fortunately not the case, it would be the hours wasted in fruitful practices which might have been more profitably employed on sterile ones: for NEMO<> in tending his garden seeketh not to single out the flower that shall be NEMO after him. And we are not told that NEMO might have used other things than those which he actually does use; it seems possible that if he had not the acid or the knife, or the fire, or the oil, he might miss tending just that one flower which was to be NEMO after him! ~ Aleister Crowley, Liber ABA, The Lamp,
63:(Nirodbaran:) "It was the first week of January 1930.
     At about 3 p.m., I reached Dilip Kumar Roy's place. "Oh, you have come! Let us go," he said, and cutting a rose from his terrace-garden he added, "Offer this to the Mother." When we arrived at the Ashram he left me at the present Reading Room saying, "Wait here." My heart was beating nervously as if I were going to face an examination. A stately chair in the middle of the room attracted momentarily my attention. In a short while the Mother came accompanied by Nolini, Amrita and Dilip. She took her seat in the chair, the others stood by her side. I was dazzled by the sight. Was it a ‘visionary gleam’ or a reality? Nothing like it had I seen before. Her fair complexion, set off by a finely coloured sari and a headband, gave me the impression of a goddess such as we see in pictures or in the idols during the Durga Puja festival. She was all smiles and redolent with grace. I suppose this was the Mahalakshmi smile Sri Aurobindo had spoken of in his book The Mother. She bathed me in the cascade of her smile and heart-melting look. I stood before her, shy and speechless, made more so by the presence of the others who were enjoying the silent sweet spectacle. Minutes passed. Then I offered to her hand my rose and did my pranam at her feet which had gold anklets on them. She stooped and blessed me. On standing up, I got again the same enchanting smile like moonbeams from a magic sky. After a time she said to the others, "He is very shy." "[1]

(Amal Kiran:) "Now to come back to all the people, all – the undamned all who were there in the Ashram. Very soon after my coming Dilip Kumar Roy came with Sahana Devi. They came and settled down. And, soon after that, I saw the face of my friend Nirod. It was of course an unforgettable face. (laughter) I think he had come straight from England or via some place in Bengal, but he carried something of the air of England. (laughter) He had passed out as a doctor at Edinburgh. I saw him, we became friends and we have remained friends ever since. But when he came as a doctor he was not given doctoring work here. As far as I remember he was made the head of a timber godown! (laughter) All sorts of strange jobs were being given to people. Look at the first job I got. The Mother once told me, "I would like you to do some work." I said, "All right, I am prepared to do some work." Then she said,"Will you take charge of our stock of furniture?" (laughter)"[2]

(Amal Kiran:) "To return to my friend Nirod – it was after some time that he got the Dispensary. I don't know whether he wanted it, or liked it or not, but he established his reputation as the frowning physician. (laughter) People used to come to him with a cold and he would stand and glare at them, and say, "What? You have a cold!" Poor people, they would simply shiver (laughter) and this had a very salutary effect because they thought that it was better not to fall ill than face the doctor's drastic disapproval of any kind of illness which would give him any botheration. (laughter) But he did his job all right, and every time he frightened off a patient he went to his room and started trying to write poetry (laughter) – because that, he thought, was his most important job. And, whether he succeeded as a doctor or not, as a poet he has eminently succeeded. Sri Aurobindo has really made him a poet.

    The doctoring as well as the poetry was a bond between us, because my father had been a doctor and medicine ran in my blood. We used to discuss medical matters sometimes, but more often the problems and pains of poetry."[3] ~
64:One little picture in this book, the Magic Locket, was drawn by 'Miss Alice Havers.' I did not state this on the title-page, since it seemed only due, to the artist of all these (to my mind) wonderful pictures, that his name should stand there alone.
The descriptions, of Sunday as spent by children of the last generation, are quoted verbatim from a speech made to me by a child-friend and a letter written to me by a lady-friend.
The Chapters, headed 'Fairy Sylvie' and 'Bruno's Revenge,' are a reprint, with a few alterations, of a little fairy-tale which I wrote in the year 1867, at the request of the late Mrs. Gatty, for 'Aunt Judy's Magazine,' which she was then editing.
It was in 1874, I believe, that the idea first occurred to me of making it the nucleus of a longer story.
As the years went on, I jotted down, at odd moments, all sorts of odd ideas, and fragments of dialogue, that occurred to me--who knows how?--with a transitory suddenness that left me no choice but either to record them then and there, or to abandon them to oblivion. Sometimes one could trace to their source these random flashes of thought--as being suggested by the book one was reading, or struck out from the 'flint' of one's own mind by the 'steel' of a friend's chance remark but they had also a way of their own, of occurring, a propos of nothing --specimens of that hopelessly illogical phenomenon, 'an effect without a cause.' Such, for example, was the last line of 'The Hunting of the Snark,' which came into my head (as I have already related in 'The Theatre' for April, 1887) quite suddenly, during a solitary walk: and such, again, have been passages which occurred in dreams, and which I cannot trace to any antecedent cause whatever. There are at least two instances of such dream-suggestions in this book--one, my Lady's remark, 'it often runs in families, just as a love for pastry does', the other, Eric Lindon's badinage about having been in domestic service.

And thus it came to pass that I found myself at last in possession of a huge unwieldy mass of litterature--if the reader will kindly excuse the spelling --which only needed stringing together, upon the thread of a consecutive story, to constitute the book I hoped to write. Only! The task, at first, seemed absolutely hopeless, and gave me a far clearer idea, than I ever had before, of the meaning of the word 'chaos': and I think it must have been ten years, or more, before I had succeeded in classifying these odds-and-ends sufficiently to see what sort of a story they indicated: for the story had to grow out of the incidents, not the incidents out of the story I am telling all this, in no spirit of egoism, but because I really believe that some of my readers will be interested in these details of the 'genesis' of a book, which looks so simple and straight-forward a matter, when completed, that they might suppose it to have been written straight off, page by page, as one would write a letter, beginning at the beginning; and ending at the end.

It is, no doubt, possible to write a story in that way: and, if it be not vanity to say so, I believe that I could, myself,--if I were in the unfortunate position (for I do hold it to be a real misfortune) of being obliged to produce a given amount of fiction in a given time,--that I could 'fulfil my task,' and produce my 'tale of bricks,' as other slaves have done. One thing, at any rate, I could guarantee as to the story so produced--that it should be utterly commonplace, should contain no new ideas whatever, and should be very very weary reading!
This species of literature has received the very appropriate name of 'padding' which might fitly be defined as 'that which all can write and none can read.' That the present volume contains no such writing I dare not avow: sometimes, in order to bring a picture into its proper place, it has been necessary to eke out a page with two or three extra lines : but I can honestly say I have put in no more than I was absolutely compelled to do.
My readers may perhaps like to amuse themselves by trying to detect, in a given passage, the one piece of 'padding' it contains. While arranging the 'slips' into pages, I found that the passage was 3 lines too short. I supplied the deficiency, not by interpolating a word here and a word there, but by writing in 3 consecutive lines. Now can my readers guess which they are?

A harder puzzle if a harder be desired would be to determine, as to the Gardener's Song, in which cases (if any) the stanza was adapted to the surrounding text, and in which (if any) the text was adapted to the stanza.
Perhaps the hardest thing in all literature--at least I have found it so: by no voluntary effort can I accomplish it: I have to take it as it come's is to write anything original. And perhaps the easiest is, when once an original line has been struck out, to follow it up, and to write any amount more to the same tune. I do not know if 'Alice in Wonderland' was an original story--I was, at least, no conscious imitator in writing it--but I do know that, since it came out, something like a dozen storybooks have appeared, on identically the same pattern. The path I timidly explored believing myself to be 'the first that ever burst into that silent sea'--is now a beaten high-road: all the way-side flowers have long ago been trampled into the dust: and it would be courting disaster for me to attempt that style again.

Hence it is that, in 'Sylvie and Bruno,' I have striven with I know not what success to strike out yet another new path: be it bad or good, it is the best I can do. It is written, not for money, and not for fame, but in the hope of supplying, for the children whom I love, some thoughts that may suit those hours of innocent merriment which are the very life of Childhood; and also in the hope of suggesting, to them and to others, some thoughts that may prove, I would fain hope, not wholly out of harmony with the graver cadences of Life.
If I have not already exhausted the patience of my readers, I would like to seize this opportunity perhaps the last I shall have of addressing so many friends at once of putting on record some ideas that have occurred to me, as to books desirable to be written--which I should much like to attempt, but may not ever have the time or power to carry through--in the hope that, if I should fail (and the years are gliding away very fast) to finish the task I have set myself, other hands may take it up.
First, a Child's Bible. The only real essentials of this would be, carefully selected passages, suitable for a child's reading, and pictures. One principle of selection, which I would adopt, would be that Religion should be put before a child as a revelation of love--no need to pain and puzzle the young mind with the history of crime and punishment. (On such a principle I should, for example, omit the history of the Flood.) The supplying of the pictures would involve no great difficulty: no new ones would be needed : hundreds of excellent pictures already exist, the copyright of which has long ago expired, and which simply need photo-zincography, or some similar process, for their successful reproduction. The book should be handy in size with a pretty attractive looking cover--in a clear legible type--and, above all, with abundance of pictures, pictures, pictures!
Secondly, a book of pieces selected from the Bible--not single texts, but passages of from 10 to 20 verses each--to be committed to memory. Such passages would be found useful, to repeat to one's self and to ponder over, on many occasions when reading is difficult, if not impossible: for instance, when lying awake at night--on a railway-journey --when taking a solitary walk-in old age, when eyesight is failing or wholly lost--and, best of all, when illness, while incapacitating us for reading or any other occupation, condemns us to lie awake through many weary silent hours: at such a time how keenly one may realise the truth of David's rapturous cry "O how sweet are thy words unto my throat: yea, sweeter than honey unto my mouth!"
I have said 'passages,' rather than single texts, because we have no means of recalling single texts: memory needs links, and here are none: one may have a hundred texts stored in the memory, and not be able to recall, at will, more than half-a-dozen--and those by mere chance: whereas, once get hold of any portion of a chapter that has been committed to memory, and the whole can be recovered: all hangs together.
Thirdly, a collection of passages, both prose and verse, from books other than the Bible. There is not perhaps much, in what is called 'un-inspired' literature (a misnomer, I hold: if Shakespeare was not inspired, one may well doubt if any man ever was), that will bear the process of being pondered over, a hundred times: still there are such passages--enough, I think, to make a goodly store for the memory.
These two books of sacred, and secular, passages for memory--will serve other good purposes besides merely occupying vacant hours: they will help to keep at bay many anxious thoughts, worrying thoughts, uncharitable thoughts, unholy thoughts. Let me say this, in better words than my own, by copying a passage from that most interesting book, Robertson's Lectures on the Epistles to the Corinthians, Lecture XLIX. "If a man finds himself haunted by evil desires and unholy images, which will generally be at periodical hours, let him commit to memory passages of Scripture, or passages from the best writers in verse or prose. Let him store his mind with these, as safeguards to repeat when he lies awake in some restless night, or when despairing imaginations, or gloomy, suicidal thoughts, beset him. Let these be to him the sword, turning everywhere to keep the way of the Garden of Life from the intrusion of profaner footsteps."
Fourthly, a "Shakespeare" for girls: that is, an edition in which everything, not suitable for the perusal of girls of (say) from 10 to 17, should be omitted. Few children under 10 would be likely to understand or enjoy the greatest of poets: and those, who have passed out of girlhood, may safely be left to read Shakespeare, in any edition, 'expurgated' or not, that they may prefer: but it seems a pity that so many children, in the intermediate stage, should be debarred from a great pleasure for want of an edition suitable to them. Neither Bowdler's, Chambers's, Brandram's, nor Cundell's 'Boudoir' Shakespeare, seems to me to meet the want: they are not sufficiently 'expurgated.' Bowdler's is the most extraordinary of all: looking through it, I am filled with a deep sense of wonder, considering what he has left in, that he should have cut anything out! Besides relentlessly erasing all that is unsuitable on the score of reverence or decency, I should be inclined to omit also all that seems too difficult, or not likely to interest young readers. The resulting book might be slightly fragmentary: but it would be a real treasure to all British maidens who have any taste for poetry.
If it be needful to apologize to any one for the new departure I have taken in this story--by introducing, along with what will, I hope, prove to be acceptable nonsense for children, some of the graver thoughts of human life--it must be to one who has learned the Art of keeping such thoughts wholly at a distance in hours of mirth and careless ease. To him such a mixture will seem, no doubt, ill-judged and repulsive. And that such an Art exists I do not dispute: with youth, good health, and sufficient money, it seems quite possible to lead, for years together, a life of unmixed gaiety--with the exception of one solemn fact, with which we are liable to be confronted at any moment, even in the midst of the most brilliant company or the most sparkling entertainment. A man may fix his own times for admitting serious thought, for attending public worship, for prayer, for reading the Bible: all such matters he can defer to that 'convenient season', which is so apt never to occur at all: but he cannot defer, for one single moment, the necessity of attending to a message, which may come before he has finished reading this page,' this night shalt thy soul be required of thee.'
The ever-present sense of this grim possibility has been, in all ages, 1 an incubus that men have striven to shake off. Few more interesting subjects of enquiry could be found, by a student of history, than the various weapons that have been used against this shadowy foe. Saddest of all must have been the thoughts of those who saw indeed an existence beyond the grave, but an existence far more terrible than annihilation--an existence as filmy, impalpable, all but invisible spectres, drifting about, through endless ages, in a world of shadows, with nothing to do, nothing to hope for, nothing to love! In the midst of the gay verses of that genial 'bon vivant' Horace, there stands one dreary word whose utter sadness goes to one's heart. It is the word 'exilium' in the well-known passage

Omnes eodem cogimur, omnium
Versatur urna serius ocius
Sors exitura et nos in aeternum
Exilium impositura cymbae.

Yes, to him this present life--spite of all its weariness and all its sorrow--was the only life worth having: all else was 'exile'! Does it not seem almost incredible that one, holding such a creed, should ever have smiled?
And many in this day, I fear, even though believing in an existence beyond the grave far more real than Horace ever dreamed of, yet regard it as a sort of 'exile' from all the joys of life, and so adopt Horace's theory, and say 'let us eat and drink, for to-morrow we die.'
We go to entertainments, such as the theatre--I say 'we', for I also go to the play, whenever I get a chance of seeing a really good one and keep at arm's length, if possible, the thought that we may not return alive. Yet how do you know--dear friend, whose patience has carried you through this garrulous preface that it may not be your lot, when mirth is fastest and most furious, to feel the sharp pang, or the deadly faintness, which heralds the final crisis--to see, with vague wonder, anxious friends bending over you to hear their troubled whispers perhaps yourself to shape the question, with trembling lips, "Is it serious?", and to be told "Yes: the end is near" (and oh, how different all Life will look when those words are said!)--how do you know, I say, that all this may not happen to you, this night?
And dare you, knowing this, say to yourself "Well, perhaps it is an immoral play: perhaps the situations are a little too 'risky', the dialogue a little too strong, the 'business' a little too suggestive.
I don't say that conscience is quite easy: but the piece is so clever, I must see it this once! I'll begin a stricter life to-morrow." To-morrow, and to-morrow, and tomorrow!

"Who sins in hope, who, sinning, says,
'Sorrow for sin God's judgement stays!'
Against God's Spirit he lies; quite stops Mercy with insult; dares, and drops,
Like a scorch'd fly, that spins in vain
Upon the axis of its pain,
Then takes its doom, to limp and crawl,
Blind and forgot, from fall to fall."

Let me pause for a moment to say that I believe this thought, of the possibility of death--if calmly realised, and steadily faced would be one of the best possible tests as to our going to any scene of amusement being right or wrong. If the thought of sudden death acquires, for you, a special horror when imagined as happening in a theatre, then be very sure the theatre is harmful for you, however harmless it may be for others; and that you are incurring a deadly peril in going. Be sure the safest rule is that we should not dare to live in any scene in which we dare not die.
But, once realise what the true object is in life--that it is not pleasure, not knowledge, not even fame itself, 'that last infirmity of noble minds'--but that it is the development of character, the rising to a higher, nobler, purer standard, the building-up of the perfect Man--and then, so long as we feel that this is going on, and will (we trust) go on for evermore, death has for us no terror; it is not a shadow, but a light; not an end, but a beginning!
One other matter may perhaps seem to call for apology--that I should have treated with such entire want of sympathy the British passion for 'Sport', which no doubt has been in by-gone days, and is still, in some forms of it, an excellent school for hardihood and for coolness in moments of danger.
But I am not entirely without sympathy for genuine 'Sport': I can heartily admire the courage of the man who, with severe bodily toil, and at the risk of his life, hunts down some 'man-eating' tiger: and I can heartily sympathize with him when he exults in the glorious excitement of the chase and the hand-to-hand struggle with the monster brought to bay. But I can but look with deep wonder and sorrow on the hunter who, at his ease and in safety, can find pleasure in what involves, for some defenceless creature, wild terror and a death of agony: deeper, if the hunter be one who has pledged himself to preach to men the Religion of universal Love: deepest of all, if it be one of those 'tender and delicate' beings, whose very name serves as a symbol of Love--'thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women'--whose mission here is surely to help and comfort all that are in pain or sorrow!

'Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.' ~ Lewis Carroll, Sylvie and Bruno,


1:Let us cultivate our garden. ~ voltaire, @wisdomtrove
2:The snake stood up for evil in the Garden. ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove
3:If you rest too long the weeds take the garden. ~ jim-rohn, @wisdomtrove
4:To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow. ~ audrey-hepburn, @wisdomtrove
5:In search of my mother's garden, I found my own. ~ alice-walker, @wisdomtrove
6:The single Rose Is now the Garden Where all loves end ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove
7:The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.   ~ rumi, @wisdomtrove
8:True humility is a flower which will adorn any garden. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
9:A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world. ~ leo-buscaglia, @wisdomtrove
10:What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain. ~ victor-hugo, @wisdomtrove
11:In order to live off a garden, you practically have to live in it. ~ kin-hubbard, @wisdomtrove
12:My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus. ~ ogden-nash, @wisdomtrove
13:This wasn't a garden,' said Susan presently. &
14:How fair is a garden amid the toils and passions of existence. ~ benjamin-disraeli, @wisdomtrove
15:One legged chickens, I know, are the least apt to scratch a garden. ~ josh-billings, @wisdomtrove
16:To love is the great amulet that makes this world a garden. ~ robert-louis-stevenson, @wisdomtrove
17:Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it. ~ rumi, @wisdomtrove
18:May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
19:For children, most importantly, being in the garden is something magical. ~ fritjof-capra, @wisdomtrove
20:A cow is a very good animal in the field; but we turn her out of a garden. ~ samuel-johnson, @wisdomtrove
21:The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there. ~ george-bernard-shaw, @wisdomtrove
22:Don't let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden. ~ steve-maraboli, @wisdomtrove
23:Don’t let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden. ~ steve-maraboli, @wisdomtrove
24:Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. ~ walt-whitman, @wisdomtrove
25:I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods. ~ horace, @wisdomtrove
26:The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; and gathering swallows twitter in the skies. ~ john-keats, @wisdomtrove
27:Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul. ~ omar-khayyam, @wisdomtrove
28:What is God after all? An eternal child playing an eternal game in an eternal garden. ~ sri-aurobindo, @wisdomtrove
29:Cabbage: a familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man's head. ~ ambrose-bierce, @wisdomtrove
30:God is entirely and personally present in the wilderness, in the garden, in the field. ~ martin-luther, @wisdomtrove
31:This practice of yoga is to remove the weeds from the body so that the garden can grow. ~ b-k-s-iyengar, @wisdomtrove
32:The true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground. ~ g-k-chesterton, @wisdomtrove
33:The mind is like a fertile garden in which anything that is planted, flowers or weeds, will grow. ~ bruce-lee, @wisdomtrove
34:Life is a garden. It is an opportunity. You can grow weeds, you can grow roses; it all depends on you. ~ rajneesh, @wisdomtrove
35:If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever. ~ alfred-lord-tennyson, @wisdomtrove
36:There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street. ~ d-h-lawrence, @wisdomtrove
37:A soul is a troublesome possession, and when man developed it he lost the Garden of Eden. ~ william-somerset-maugham, @wisdomtrove
38:Cultivate your own garden and let go of your tendency to examine and judge how others cultivate theirs. ~ wayne-dyer, @wisdomtrove
39:Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair. ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove
40:Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified? ~ chuck-palahniuk, @wisdomtrove
41:I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death. ~ jean-paul-sartre, @wisdomtrove
42:If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
43:A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a mentor, a teacher, a guidepost, a counsellor. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
44:When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us. ~ ram-das, @wisdomtrove
45:It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves. ~ robert-louis-stevenson, @wisdomtrove
46:It means much to have loved, to have been happy, to have laid my hand on the living Garden, even for a day. ~ jorge-luis-borges, @wisdomtrove
47:I can spend two hours grubbing about in my garden, dazed with pleasure and intent, and it feels like five minutes. ~ alice-walker, @wisdomtrove
48:The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there? ~ jack-kornfield, @wisdomtrove
49:Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden. ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove
50:It was better to be in chains with friends than in a garden with strangers. [An ancient Persian proverb.] So true, huh? ~ bob-dylan, @wisdomtrove
51:In a delightful garden, sowing, planting or digging are not hardship but are done with a zeal and a certain pleasure. ~ martin-luther, @wisdomtrove
52:Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage which we did not take towards the door we never opened into the rose-garden. ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove
53:Guided by my heritage of a love of beauty and a respect for strength - in search of my mother's garden, I found my own. ~ alice-walker, @wisdomtrove
54:Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled. ~ john-steinbeck, @wisdomtrove
55:Your thoughts are like the seeds you plant in your garden. Your beliefs are like the soil in which you plant these seeds. ~ louise-hay, @wisdomtrove
56:It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden. ~ elizabeth-barrett-browning, @wisdomtrove
57:Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall. ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove
58:Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove
59:Only the soul that is naked and unashamed, can be pure and innocent , even as Adam was in the primal garden of humanity . ~ sri-aurobindo, @wisdomtrove
60:Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? ~ douglas-adams, @wisdomtrove
61:A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in&
62:Some men think that the globe is a sponge that God puts into their hands to squeeze for their own garden or flower-pot. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
63:How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew! garden ~ ralph-waldo-emerson, @wisdomtrove
64:Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same. ~ hellen-keller, @wisdomtrove
65:The Zen master walks in his garden, alone. There is no traffic there. There is no shopping there. There are only the flowers. ~ frederick-lenz, @wisdomtrove
66:Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day. ~ emily-dickinson, @wisdomtrove
67:There is a little plant called reverence in the corner of my soul's garden, which I love to have watered once a week. ~ oliver-wendell-holmes-jr, @wisdomtrove
68:We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today ~ dale-carnegie, @wisdomtrove
69:And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from &
70:Carry your groceries, garden, and do other activities that keep you moving. You will add more years to your life and more life to your years. ~ dan-millman, @wisdomtrove
71:While drinking, while talking, while writing, while watering our garden, it's always possible to practice living in the here and the now. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
72:Britain cherishes her eccentrics and wisely holds that the function of government is to build a walled garden in which anarchy can flourish. ~ quentin-crisp, @wisdomtrove
73:The work of a correct and regular writer is a garden accurately formed and diligently planted, varied with shades, and scented with flowers. ~ samuel-johnson, @wisdomtrove
74:And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who only loved trim lawns. And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery. ~ antoine-de-saint-exupery, @wisdomtrove
75:It can be a fascinating game, noticing how any person with vitality and vigor will have a little splash of red in a costume, in a room, or in a garden. ~ edgar-cayce, @wisdomtrove
76:You have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden and finding it still daylight. ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove
77:We must cultivate our own garden. When man was put in the garden of Eden he was put there so that he should work, which proves that man was not born to rest. ~ voltaire, @wisdomtrove
78:The one small garden of a free gardener was all his need and due, not a garden swollen to a realm; his own hands to use, not the hands of others to command. ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
79:A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables. ~ gertrude-stein, @wisdomtrove
80:Your mind is like a garden - unless you cultivate flowers, weeds will flourish. To keep your mind positive, substitute positive thoughts for negative thoughts. ~ brian-tracy, @wisdomtrove
81:The unattended garden will soon be overrun with weeds; the heart that fails to cultivate truth and root out error will shortly be a theological wilderness. ~ aiden-wilson-tozer, @wisdomtrove
82:Prayer is like a secret garden made up of silence and rest and inwardness. But there are a thousand and one doors into this garden and we all have to find our own. ~ jean-vanier, @wisdomtrove
83:Your family and your love must be cultivated like a garden. Time, effort, and imagination must be summoned constantly to keep any relationship flourishing and growing. ~ jim-rohn, @wisdomtrove
84:God does not lie in our collective past, God lies in our collective future; the Garden of Eden is tomorrow, not yetsterday; the Golden Age lies down the road, not up it. ~ ken-wilber, @wisdomtrove
85:The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh. ~ rumi, @wisdomtrove
86:A book is a garden; A book is an orchard; A book is a storehouse; A book is a party. It is company by the way; it is a counselor; it is a multitude of counselors. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
87:Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift . . . that's nausea. ~ jean-paul-sartre, @wisdomtrove
88:To live a spiritual life we must first find the courage to enter into the desert of loneliness and to change it by gentle and persistent efforts into a garden of solitude. ~ henri-nouwen, @wisdomtrove
89:To this day I cannot see a bright daffodil, a proud gladiola, or a smooth eggplant without thinking of Papa. Like his plants and trees, I grew up as a part of his garden. ~ leo-buscaglia, @wisdomtrove
90:He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could &
91:A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
92:A book should be a garden that fits in the hands. Word-petals of color. Stems of strength. roots of truth. Turn a page and turn the seasons. Read the sentence and enjoy the roses. ~ max-lucado, @wisdomtrove
93:Perhaps the most tragic thing about mankind is that we are all dreaming about some magical garden over the horizon, instead of enjoying the roses that are right outside today. ~ andrew-carnegie, @wisdomtrove
94:The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged&
95:A man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up in the air. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
96:A tulip doesn't strive to impress anyone.It doesn't struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn't have to. It is different. And there's room in the garden for every flower. ~ marianne-williamson, @wisdomtrove
97:Against a dark sky all flowers look like fireworks. There is something strange about them, at once vivid and secret, like flowers traced in fire in the phantasmal garden of a witch. ~ g-k-chesterton, @wisdomtrove
98:The soul is always beautiful, it appears more or it appears less, it comes or it lags behind, It comes from its embowered garden and looks pleasantly on itself and encloses the world. ~ walt-whitman, @wisdomtrove
99:Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings. ~ john-muir, @wisdomtrove
100:We must all wage an intense, lifelong battle against the constant downward pull. If we relax, the bugs and weeds of negativity will move into the garden and take away everything of value. ~ jim-rohn, @wisdomtrove
101:Do not go to the garden of flowers! O friend! go not there;  In your body is the garden of flowers.  Take your seat on the thousand petals of the lotus, and there gaze on the infinite beauty. ~ kabir, @wisdomtrove
102:Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‚ÄòThe Spirit is a garden,’ said he ~ victor-hugo, @wisdomtrove
103:You cannot take the mild approach to the weeds in your mental garden. You have got to hate weeds enough to kill them. Weeds are not something you handle; weeds are something you devastate. ~ jim-rohn, @wisdomtrove
104:Jesus was in a garden, not of delight as the first Adam, in which he destroyed himself and the whole human race, but in one of agony, in which he saved himself and the whole human race. ~ blaise-pascal, @wisdomtrove
105:I believe ingratitude is the original sin. I believe if Adam and Eve had been grateful for the garden of Eden they had, they would not have been so focused on the one tree they didn't have. ~ max-lucado, @wisdomtrove
106:Do you live in a mine field or a garden? When we live in a minefield mentality, we explode with the weeds of worry, doubt, fear, lack and limitation. Choose to cultivate your inner garden! ~ michael-beckwith, @wisdomtrove
107:And we have a little herb garden, which survived the winter thanks to global warming. It makes me feel like a cool, old Italian housewife, that I kept my rosemary alive outside all winter. ~ elizabeth-gilbert, @wisdomtrove
108:The model for me is a touchstone, it is a door which I must break open in order to reach the garden in which I am alone and feel good, even the model exists only for what use I can make of it. ~ henri-matisse, @wisdomtrove
109:A garden, you know, is a very usual refuge of a disappointed politician. Accordingly, I have purchased a few acres about nine miles from town, have built a house, and am cultivating a garden. ~ alexander-hamilton, @wisdomtrove
110:Inside each one of us is a beautiful flower garden. This is the garden of the soul. With each lesson we learn, the garden grows. As we learn together, our individual gardens form a tranquil paradise. ~ sri-chinmoy, @wisdomtrove
111:Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come! ~ emily-dickinson, @wisdomtrove
112:As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
113:My garden does not whet the appetite; it satisfies it. It does not provoke thirst through heedless indulgence, but slakes it by proffering its natural remedy. Amid such pleasures as these have I grown old. ~ epicurus, @wisdomtrove
114:Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring. ~ oscar-wilde, @wisdomtrove
115:... to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you lived. This is to have succeeded. ~ ralph-waldo-emerson, @wisdomtrove
116:The public must learn how to cherish the nobler and rarer plants, and to plant the aloe, able to wait a hundred years for it's bloom, or it's garden will contain, presently, nothing but potatoes and pot-herbs. ~ margaret-fuller, @wisdomtrove
117:I agree that we should work and prolong the functions of life as far as we can, and hope that Death may find me planting my cabbages, but indifferent to him and still more to the unfinished state of my garden. ~ michel-de-montaigne, @wisdomtrove
118:Friends are "annuals" that need seasonal nurturing to bear blossoms. Family is a "perennial" that comes up year after year, enduring the droughts of absence and neglect. There's a place in the garden for both of them. ~ erma-bombeck, @wisdomtrove
119:And when I behold Thee as absolute Infinity, to whom is befitting neither the name of creating Creator nor of creatable Creator-then indeed I begin to behold Thee unveiled, and to enter into the garden of delights! ~ nicholas-of-cusa, @wisdomtrove
120:Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
121:The direction of a big act will warp history, but probably all acts do the same in their degree, down to a stone stepped over in the path or the breath caught at sight of a pretty girl or a fingernail nicked in the garden soil. ~ john-steinbeck, @wisdomtrove
122:You would get longer livelier and more frequent letters from me, if it weren't for the Christian religion. How that bell tolling at the end of the garden, dum dum, dum dum, annoys me! Why is Christianity so insistent and so sad? ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove
123:Each portion of matter may be conceived of as a garden full of plants, and as a pond full of fishes. But each branch of the plant, each member of the animal, each drop of its humors, is also such a garden or such a pond. ~ gottfried-wilhelm-leibniz, @wisdomtrove
124:Doesn't one always think of the past, in a garden with men and women lying under the trees? Aren't they one's past, all that remains of it, those men and women, those ghosts lying under the trees ... one's happiness, one's reality? ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove
125:All of us are called by something in this world that attracts us. And it doesn't matter what it is - you can be an engine mechanic or an aviator or you can be someone who loves their flower garden or the world of commerce or sailboats. ~ richard-bach, @wisdomtrove
126:One of the tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon - instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. ~ dale-carnegie, @wisdomtrove
127:The real moon,if you could reach it and survive it, would in a deep and deadly sense be just like anywhere else... no man would find an abiding strangness on the moon unless he were the sort of man who could find it in his own back garden. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove
128:One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. ~ dale-carnegie, @wisdomtrove
129:On Saturday afternoons when all the things are done in the house and there's no real work to be done, I play Bach and Chopin and turn it up real loudly and get a good bottle of chardonnay and sit out on my deck and look out at the garden. ~ maya-angelou, @wisdomtrove
130:For me, the different religions are beautiful flowers from the same garden, or they are branches of the same majestic tree. Therefore, they are equally true, though being received and interpreted through human instruments equally imperfect. ~ mahatma-gandhi, @wisdomtrove
131:It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on the Thursday, still lingered in the air, and was falling white, while the wind blew black. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
132:Zen opens a man's eyes to the greatest mystery as it is daily and hourly performed; it enlarges the heart to embrace eternity of time and infinity of space in its every palpitation; it makes us live in the world as if walking in the garden of Eden ~ d-t-suzuki, @wisdomtrove
133:It is a strange thing that many truly spiritual men, such as General Gordon, have actually spent some hours in speculating upon the precise location of the Garden of Eden. Most probably we are in Eden still. It is only our eyes that have changed. ~ g-k-chesterton, @wisdomtrove
134:The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone here and there who thinks and feels with us, and though distant, is close to us in spirit - this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden. ~ johann-wolfgang-von-goethe, @wisdomtrove
135:And when you come back to Japan next summer, let's have that date or whatever you want to call it. We can go to the zoo or the botanical garden or the aquarium, and then we'll have the most politically correct and scrumptious omelets we can find. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
136:There was an old, crazy dude who used to live a long time ago. His name was Lord Buckley. And he said, a long time ago, he said, &
137:The virtuous woman must be treated like a relic - adored, but not handled; she should be guarded and prized, like a fine flower-garden, the beauty and fragrance of which the owner allows others to enjoy only at a distance, and through iron walls. ~ miguel-de-cervantes, @wisdomtrove
138:It is not only possible to say a great deal in praise of play; it is really possible to say the highest things in praise of it. It might reasonably be maintained that the true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground. ~ g-k-chesterton, @wisdomtrove
139:Whatever one man does, it is as if all men did it. For that reason, it is not unfair that one disobedience in a garden should contaminate all humanity; for that reason it is not unjust that the crucifixion of a single Jew should be sufficient to save it. ~ jorge-luis-borges, @wisdomtrove
140:There might be a class of beings, human once, but now to humanity invisible, for whose scrutiny, and for whose refined appreciation of the beautiful, more especially than for our own, had been set in order by God the great landscape-garden of the whole earth. ~ edgar-allan-poe, @wisdomtrove
141:Cultivate peace first in the garden of your heart by removing the weeds of lust, hatred, greed, selfishness, and jealousy. Then only you can manifest it externally. Then only, those who come in contact with you, will be benefited by your vibrations of peace and harmony. ~ sivananda, @wisdomtrove
142:Any time and any place can be used to study: his room, a garden, is table, his bed; when alone or in company; morning and evening. His chief study will be Philosophy, that Former of good judgement and character who is privileged to be concerned with everything. ~ michel-de-montaigne, @wisdomtrove
143:We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure. ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove
144:Luxury spreads its ample board before their eyes; but they are excluded from the banquet. Plenty revels over the fields; but they are starving in the midst of its abundance: the whole wilderness has blossomed into a garden; but they feel as reptiles that infest it. ~ washington-irving, @wisdomtrove
145:John Bunyan, while he had a surpassing genius, would not condescend to cull his language from the garden of flowers; but he went into the hayfield and the meadow, and plucked up his language by the roots, and spoke out in the words that the people used in their cottages. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
146:Our homes do not have to offer us permanent occupancy or store our clothes to merit the name. To speak of home in relation to a building is simply to recognise its harmony with our own prized internal song. Home can be an airport or a library, a garden or a motorway diner. ~ alain-de-botton, @wisdomtrove
147:Whenever you see confusion, you can be sure that something is wrong. Disorder in the world implies that something is out of place. Usually, at the heart of all disorder you will find man in rebellion against God. It began in the Garden of Eden and continues to this day. ~ aiden-wilson-tozer, @wisdomtrove
148:What good is all our busy religion if God isn't in it? What good is it if we've lost majesty, reverence, worship-an awareness of the divine? What good is it if we've lost a sense of the Presence and the ability to retreat within our own hearts and meet God in the garden? ~ aiden-wilson-tozer, @wisdomtrove
149:The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alivewith chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other’s names. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
150:Put an Englishman into the garden of Eden, and he would find fault with the whole blasted concern; put a Yankee in, and he would see where he could alter it to advantage; put an Irishman in, and he would want to boss the thing; put a Dutchman in, and he would proceed to plant it. ~ josh-billings, @wisdomtrove
151:There was a product on late night TV that you could attach to your garden hose - "You can water your hard-to-reach plants with this." Who would make their plants hard to reach? That seems so very mean. I know you need water, but I'm going to make you hard to reach. "Think like a cactus!" ~ mitch-hedberg, @wisdomtrove
152:Many ask me whether pranayama ... postpones old age. Why worry about it? Death is certain. Let it come when it comes. Just keep working. The soul has no age. It doesn't die. Only the body decays. And yet, we must never forget the body, since it is the garden we must cherish and cultivate. ~ b-k-s-iyengar, @wisdomtrove
153:Child development: Most damaging course of action is attempting to keep children from experience or protect them from pain, for it is this time that children learn that life is a magic thing, if "not a rose garden." The parent's role is primarily to stand by with a good supply of band-aids. ~ leo-buscaglia, @wisdomtrove
154:The only way to increase it is to cultivate your own garden. And the only thing that will help you is poetry, which is the most concentrated form of style... . I don't care how clever the other professor is, one can't raise a discussion of modern prose to anything above tea-table level. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
155:In fine weather the old gentelman is almost constantly in the garden; and when it is too wet to go into it, he will look out the window at it, by the hour together. He has always something to do there, and you will see him digging, and sweeping, and cutting, and planting, with manifest delight. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
156:When you build a building, you finish a building. You don't finish a garden; you start it, and then it carries on with its life. So my analogy was really to say that we composers or some of us should think of ourselves as people who start processes rather than finish them. And there might be surprises. ~ brian-eno, @wisdomtrove
157:Initially, when I first became a Christian and got into ministry, my thought was that God existed to make my life better and to take me to Heaven. Now I realize that it is not about me at all. It is all about God and that He did this to display His plan to restore the Earth to the Garden of Eden state. ~ max-lucado, @wisdomtrove
158:The retriever took each bit of meat from his master's hand with a delicacy almost equal to that of a hummingbird sipping sugar water from a garden feeder, and when it was all gone, he gazed up at Dusty with an adoration that could not have been much less than the love with which the angels regard God. ~ dean-koontz, @wisdomtrove
159:My own first love was biology. I spent a great part of my adolescence in the Natural History museum in London (and I still go to the Botanic Garden almost every day, and to the Zoo every Monday). The sense of diversity of the wonder of innumerable forms of life has always thrilled me beyond anything else. ~ oliver-sacks, @wisdomtrove
160:Fireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part. ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove
161:The more a church flourishes, the more, I believe, do hypocrites get in, just as you see many a noxious creeping thing come and get in a garden after a shower of rain. The very things that make glad the flowers bring out these noxious things. And so hypocrites get in and steal much of the church's sap away. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
162:A beginner must look on himself as one setting out to make a garden for his Lord's pleasure, on most unfruitful soil which abounds in weeds. His Majesty roots up the weeds and will put in good plants instead. Let us reckon that this is already done when the soul decides to practice prayer and has begun to do so. ~ teresa-of-avila, @wisdomtrove
163:I find one vast garden spread out all over the universe. All plants, all human beings, all higher mind bodies are about in this garden in various ways, each has his own uniqueness and beauty. Their presence and variety give me great delight. Every one of you adds with his special feature to the glory of the garden. ~ anandamayi-ma, @wisdomtrove
164:The heart surrenders everything to the moment. The mind judges and holds back. In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one another that our costumes of identity are on straight. When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us. ~ ram-das, @wisdomtrove
165:The heart surrenders everything to the moment. The mind judges and holds back. In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one another that our costumes of identity are on straight.  When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us. ~ ram-das, @wisdomtrove
166:You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer. ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove
167:World War II made war reputable because it was a just war. I wouldn't have missed it for anything. You know how many other just wars there have been? Not many. And the guys I served with became my brothers. If it weren't for World War II, I'd now be the garden editor of The Indianapolis Star. I wouldn't have moved away. ~ kurt-vonnegut, @wisdomtrove
168:See yonder another King's garden, which the King waters with his bloody sweat-Gethsemane, whose bitter herbs are sweeter far to renewed souls than even Eden's luscious fruits. There the mischief of the serpent in the first garden was undone: there the curse was lifted from earth, and borne by the woman's promised seed. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
169:My goal was not to have huge luxuries. As a child, I wanted a house with a garden, which I have today. This is what I dreamed of. I’d never worry about age if I knew I could go on being loved and having the possibility to love... So it isn’t age or even death that one fears, as much as loneliness and the lack of affection. ~ audrey-hepburn, @wisdomtrove
170:All our work in the field, in the garden, in the city, in the home, in struggle, in government-to what does it all amount before God except child's play, by means of which God is pleased to give his gifts in the field, at home, and everywhere? These are the masks of our Lord God, behind which he wants to be hidden and to do all things. ~ martin-luther, @wisdomtrove
171:The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
172:God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end." God's Garden ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove
173:Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth. ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove
174:Now I am in the garden at the back . . . a very preserve of butterflies as I remember it, with a high fence, and a gate . . . where the fruit clusters on the trees, riper and richer than fruit has ever been since, in any other garden, and where my mother gathers some in a basket while I stand by, bolting furtive gooseberries, and trying to look unnerved. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
175:We're all assigned a piece of the garden, a corner of the universe that is ours to transform. Our corner of the universe is our own life - our relationships, our homes, our work, our current circumstances -. exactly as they are. Every situation we find ourselves in is an opportunity, perfectly planned by the Holy Spirit, to teach love instead of fear. ~ marianne-williamson, @wisdomtrove
176:How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, oh, Father, What have you done with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here? Said louisa as she touched her heart. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
177:The material and the spiritual are but two parts of one universe and one truth. By overstressing one part or the other, man fails to achieve the balance necessary for harmonious development... Practice the art of living in this world without losing your inner peace of mind. Follow the path of balance to reach the inner wondrous garden of Self-Realization. ~ paramahansa-yogananda, @wisdomtrove
178:It is good that the window should be transparent, because the street or garden beyond it is opaque. How if you saw through the garden too? It is no use trying to &
179:As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host but the two or three people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way and denied so vehemently an knowledge of his movements that I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table&
180:Fear is like a little garden spider that makes us jump back or the poor lost bee on the steering wheel that we blame for our automobile wreck. The problem in fear is our response - the way we treat animals or insects that frighten us. . . . Fear is also the universal scapegoat we blame when we take flight from intimacy or shrink up inside ourselves in a thousand little ways. ~ dan-millman, @wisdomtrove
181:Earthly love is a brief and penurious stream, which only flows in spring, with a long summer drought. The change from a burning desert, treeless, springless, drear, to green fields and blooming orchards in June, is slight in comparison with that from the desert of this world's affection to the garden of God, where there is perpetual, tropical luxuriance of blessed love. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
182:Inside every one of us is a garden, and every practitioner has to go back to their garden and take care of it. Maybe in the past, you left in untended for a long time. You should know exactly what is going on in your own garden, and try to put everything in order. Restore the beauty; restore the harmony in your garden. If it is well tended, many people will enjoy your garden. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
183:People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden... yet they don't find what they're looking for... They don't find it," I answered. And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water... " Of course," I answered. And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart. ~ antoine-de-saint-exupery, @wisdomtrove
184:What brings the karmic result from the patterns of our actions is not our action alone. As we intend and then act, we create [our] karma: so another key to understanding the creation of karma is becoming aware of intention. The heart is our garden, and along with each action there is an intention that is planted like a seed. The result of the patterns of our karma is the fruit of these seeds. ~ jack-kornfield, @wisdomtrove
185:This is a nice metaphor, too, about mothers and daughters - that when it came time for me to make my own, I was making a completely different garden than the one that my mom has. They don't look like they came from relatives. Hers is a very productive and pragmatic vegetable garden, and mine is a ridiculous overabundance of useless plants. It doesn't feed anybody, it doesn't serve any purpose. ~ elizabeth-gilbert, @wisdomtrove
186:She tapped on the window with her embossed hairbrush. They were too far off to hear. The drone of the trees was in their ears; the chirp of birds; other incidents of garden life, inaudible, invisible to her in the bedroom, absorbed them. Isolated on a green island, hedged about with snowdrops, laid with a counterpane of puckered silk, the innocent island floated under her window. Only George lagged behind. ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove
187:Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath? Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever? ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
188:Our role as gardeners is to choose, plant and tend the best seeds within the garden of our consciousness. Learning to look deeply at our consciousness is our greatest gift and our greatest need, for there lie the seeds of suffering and of love, the very roots of our being, of who we are. Mindfulness... is the guide and the practice by which we learn how to use the seeds of suffering to nourish the seeds of love. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
189:Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook... I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to acertain his feelings for Harriet. I don't think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done. ~ jane-austen, @wisdomtrove
190:Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook... I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to ascertain his feelings for Harriet. I don't think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done. ~ jane-austen, @wisdomtrove
191:The evening wind made such a disturbance just now, among some tall old elm-trees at the bottom of the garden, that neither my mother nor Miss Betsey could forbear glancing that way. As the elms bent to one another, like giants who were whispering secrets, and after a few seconds of such repose, fell into a violent flurry, tossing their wild arms about, as if their late confidences were really too wicked for their peace of mind. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
192:Lady of silences Calm and distressed Torn and most whole Rose of memory Rose of forgetfulness Exhausted and life-giving Worried reposeful The single Rose Is now the Garden Where all loves end Terminate torment Of love unsatisfied The greater torment Of love satisfied End of the endless Journey to no end Conclusion of all that Is inconclusible Speech without word and Word of no speech Grace to the Mother For the Garden Where all love ends. ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove
193:But I have to say this in defense of humankind: In no matter what era in history, including the Garden of Eden, everybody just got here. And, except for the Garden of Eden, there were already all these games going on that could make you act crazy, even if you weren't crazy to begin with. Some of the crazymaking games going on today are love and hate, liberalism and conservatism, automobiles and credit cards, golf, and girls' basketball. ~ kurt-vonnegut, @wisdomtrove
194:I am often accused of being childish. I prefer to interpret that as child-like. I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things. I tend to exaggerate and fantasize and embellish. I still listen to instinctual urges. I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind. I never water my garden without soaking myself. It has been after such times of joy that I have achieved my greatest creativity and produced my best work. ~ leo-buscaglia, @wisdomtrove
195:In 1911 the little town of Nakhla in Egypt was the scene of one of the most remarkable events in historym when a chunk of rock fell from the sky and killed a dog. This is the only known canine fatality caused by a cosmic object. Improbably though this encounter was already, its truly extraordinary nature was revealed only decades later when scientists found that the culprit was not a common-or-garden meteorite, but a piece of the planet Mars. ~ paul-davies, @wisdomtrove
196:The best recipe for happiness and contentment I've seen is this: dig a big hole in the garden of your thoughts and put into it all your disillusions, disappointments, regrets, worries, troubles, doubts, and fears. Cover well with the earth of fruitfulness. Water it from the well of contentment. Sow on top the seeds of hope, courage, strength, patience, and love. Then when the time for gathering comes, may your harvest be a rich and fruitful one. ~ zig-ziglar, @wisdomtrove
197:On the third day the friends of Christ coming at daybreak to the place found the grave empty and the stone rolled away. In varying ways they realized the new wonder; but even they hardly realized that the world had died in the night. What they were looking at was the first day of a new creation, with a new heaven and a new earth; and in a semblance of the gardener God walked again in the garden, in the cool not of the evening but of the dawn. ~ g-k-chesterton, @wisdomtrove
198:The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpended the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a fingerprint of a shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside. ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove
199:Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across a hundred years. ~ rabindranath-tagore, @wisdomtrove
200:To live a spiritual life we must first find the courage to enter into the desert of our loneliness and to change it by gentle and persistent efforts into a garden of solitude. The movement from loneliness to solitude, however, is the beginning of any spiritual life because it it is the movement from the restless senses to the restful spirit,l from the outward-reaching cravings to the inward-reaching search, from the fearful clinging to the fearless play. ~ henri-nouwen, @wisdomtrove
201:But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a few months of one's life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than that it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your favourite fountain? And then to do it again the next day? ~ elizabeth-gilbert, @wisdomtrove
202:Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion. Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts. If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. To love another person is to see the face of God. ~ victor-hugo, @wisdomtrove
203:The Christian religion is derogatory to the Creator in all its articles. It puts the Creator in an inferior point of view, and places the Christian devil above him. It is he, according to the absurd story in Genesis, that outwits the Creator in the Garden Eden, and steals from Him His favorite creature, man, and at last obliges Him to beget a son, and put that son to death, to get man back again; and this the priests of the Christian religion call redemption. ~ thomas-paine, @wisdomtrove
204:Was it not most meet that a woman should first see the risen Saviour? She was first in the transgression; let her be first in the justification. In yon garden she was first to work our wo; let her in that other garden be the first to see Him who works our weal. She takes first the apple of that bitter tree which brings us all our sorrow; let her be the first to see the Mighty Gardener, who has planted a tree which brings forth fruit unto everlasting life. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
205:I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And &
206:We believe that 95% of your emotions are determined by the way you talk to yourself as you go throughout your day. The sad fact is that if you do not deliberately and consciously talk to yourself in a positive and constructive way, you will, by default, think about things that will make you unhappy or cause you worry and anxiety. Your mind is like a garden. If you do not deliberately plant flowers and tend carefully, weeds will grow without any encouragement at all. ~ brian-tracy, @wisdomtrove
207:The State exists simply to promote and to protect the ordinary happiness of human beings in this life. A husband and wife chatting over a fire, a couple of friends having a game of darts in a pub, a man reading a book in his own room or digging in his own garden-that is what the State is there for. And unless they are helping to increase and prolong and protect such moments, all the laws, parliaments, armies, courts, police, economics, etc., are simply a waste of time. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove
208:Take life as it comes and death as it comes. Death is really beautiful; if it were a bad thing, God would not let it happen to us. It is really freedom, an entry into another, higher life. We must utilize this life in order to realize the life beyond this one. Beyond this earth garden is the infinite land wherein we meet those whom we have thought lost. Although we must not seek death, when it comes we should know that it is the final examination for a great reward. ~ paramahansa-yogananda, @wisdomtrove
209:You have two gardens: your own garden and that of your beloved. First, you have to take care of your own garden and master the art of gardening. In each one of us there are flowers and there is also garbage. The garbage is the anger, fear, discrimination, and jealousy within us. If you water the garbage, you will strengthen the negative seeds. If you water the flowers of compassion, understanding, and love, you will strengthen the positive seeds. What you grow is up to you. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
210:Dear me! We Tooks and Brandybucks, we can't live long on the heights.' &
211:The action of Pity leaps quicker than light from the highest place to the lowest to bring healing and joy, whatever the cost to itself. It changes darkness into light and evil into good. But it will not, at the cunning tears of Hell, impose on good the tyranny of evil. Every disease that submits to a cure shall be cured: but we will not call blue yellow to please those who insist on having jaundice, nor make a midden of the world's garden for the sake of some who cannot abide the smell of roses. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove
212:If a man were to look over the fence on one side of his garden and observe that the neighbor on his left had laid his garden path round a central lawn; and were to look over the fence on the other side of his garden and observe that the neighbor on his right had laid his path down the middle of the lawn, and were then to lay his own garden path diagonally from one corner to the other, that man's soul would be lost. Originality is only to be praised when not prefaced by the look to right and left. ~ quentin-crisp, @wisdomtrove
213:Your God person puts an apple tree in the middle of a garden and says, do what you like, guys, oh, but don't eat the apple. Surprise surprise, they eat it and he leaps out from behind a bush shouting "Gotcha". It wouldn't have made any difference if they hadn't eaten it.' &
214:THE POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove
215:[V]ariety of climate should always go with stability of abode... . an Englishman’s house is not only his castle; it is his fairy castle. Clouds and colours of every varied dawn and eve are perpetually touching and turning it from clay to gold, or from gold to ivory. There is a line of woodland beyond a corner of my garden which is literally different on every one of the three hundred and sixty-five days. Sometimes it seems as near as a hedge, and sometimes as far as a faint and fiery evening cloud. ~ g-k-chesterton, @wisdomtrove
216:If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. The two processes complement each other, creating a complete landscape that I treasure. The green foliage of the trees casts a pleasant shade over the earth, and the wind rustles the leaves, which are sometimes dyed a brilliant gold. Meanwhile, in the garden, buds appear on the flowers, and colorful petals attract bees and butterflies, reminding us of the subtle transition from one season to the next. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
217:There is a lot of difference between offering a garland of flowers bought from a shop and one that we make out of flowers picked from our home garden. When we plant the flowers, water them, pick the flowers, make the garland and take it to the temple, thoughts of God alone live in our minds. The Lord accepts anything offered to Him with intense Love. When we buy a garland at a store and place it on the deity it is only a ceremonial act while the other is a garland of pure devotion and an act of love. ~ mata-amritanandamayi, @wisdomtrove
218:Once in those very early days my brother brought into the nursery the lid of a biscuit tin which he had covered with moss and garnished with twigs and flowers so as to make it a toy garden or a toy forest. That was the first beauty I ever knew. What the real garden had failed to do, the toy garden did. It made me aware of nature-not, indeed, as a storehouse of forms and colors but as something cool, dewy, fresh, exuberant... .As long as I live my imagination of Paradise will retain something of my brother's toy garden. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove
219:One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one, in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance. ~ g-k-chesterton, @wisdomtrove
220:For today, we celebrate the first glorious anniversary of the Information Purification Directives. We have created, for the first time in all history, a garden of pure ideology. Where each worker may bloom secure from the pests of contradictory and confusing truths. Our Unification of Thought is more powerful a weapon than any fleet or army on earth. We are one people. With one will. One resolve. One cause. Our enemies shall talk themselves to death. And we will bury them with their own confusion. We shall prevail! ~ napoleon-bonaparte, @wisdomtrove
221:To crush out fanaticism and revere the infinite, such is the law. Let us not confine ourselves to falling prostrate beneath the tree of creation and contemplating its vast ramifications full of stars. We have a duty to perform, to cultivate the human soul, to defend mystery against miracle, to adore the incomprehensible and to reject the absurd; to admit nothing that is inexplicable excepting what is necessary, to purify faith and obliterate superstition from the face of religion, to remove the vermin from the garden of God. ~ victor-hugo, @wisdomtrove
222:Life is like a garden. Quite naturally, leaves wither and flowers fade. Only if we clear the decay of the past then and there can we really enjoy the beauty of the new leaves and flowers. Likewise, we must clear the murkiness of the past bad experiences from our minds. Life is remembrance in forgetfulness. Forgive what ought to be forgiven; forget what ought to be forgotten. Let us embrace life with renewed vigor. We should be able to face every moment of life with renewed expectation, like a freshly blossomed flower. ~ mata-amritanandamayi, @wisdomtrove
223:I behold Thee, 0 Lord my God, in a kind of mental trance, ... Thus, while I am borne to loftiest heights, I behold Thee as Infinity...   And when I behold Thee as absolute Infinity, to whom is befitting neither the name of creating Creator nor of creatable Creator-then indeed I begin to behold Thee unveiled, and to enter into the garden of delights! ... [In that vision] nothing is seen other than Thyself, [for Thou] art Thyself the object of Thyself (for Thou seest, and art That which is seen, and art the sight as well) . ~ nicholas-of-cusa, @wisdomtrove
224:The job has its grandeurs, yes. There is the exultation of arriving safely after a storm, the joy of gliding down out of the darkness of night or tempest toward a sun-drenched Alicante or Santiago; there is the swelling sense of returning to repossess one's place in life, in the miraculous garden of earth, where are trees and women and, down by the harbor, friendly little bars. When he has throttled his engine and is banking into the airport, leaving the somber cloud masses behind, what pilot does not break into song? ~ antoine-de-saint-exupery, @wisdomtrove
225:A man's minor actions and arrangements ought to be free, flexible, creative; the things that should be unchangeable are his principles, his ideals. But with us the reverse is true; our views change constantly; but our lunch does not change. Now, I should like men to have strong and rooted conceptions, but as for their lunch, let them have it sometimes in the garden, sometimes in bed, sometimes on the roof, sometimes in the top of a tree. Let them argue from the same first principles, but let them do it in a bed, or a boat, or a balloon. ~ g-k-chesterton, @wisdomtrove
226:How we delight to build our recollections upon some basis of reality,&
227:If God is the Lord of the world, He can do with it as he pleases. Suppose you have grown beautiful flowers in your garden, but decide to plant fruit trees in their place, won't you have to remove the flowers? If you have a fine house, but wish to build a larger and better one on the same plot, you demolish the old one. The freedom that is yours in small things, God exercises in great ones. In both is He, in destruction as well as in construction. The history of nations, families and individuals is the great Lila (divine sport) that He stages with Himself. ~ anandamayi-ma, @wisdomtrove
228:Man designs for himself a garden with a hundred kinds of trees, a thousand kinds of flowers, a hundred kinds of fruit and vegetables. Suppose, then, that the gardener of this garden knew no other distinction between edible and inedible, nine-tenths of this garden would be useless to him. He would pull up the most enchanting flowers and hew down the noblest trees and even regard them with a loathing and envious eye. This is what the Steppenwolf does with the thousand flowers of his soul. What does not stand classified as either man or wolf he does not see at all. ~ hermann-hesse, @wisdomtrove
229:It is no disparagement to the garden to say it will not fence and weed itself, nor prune its own fruit trees, nor roll and cut its own lawns... It will remain a garden only if someone does all these things to it... If you want to see the difference between [the garden's] contribution and the gardener's, put the commonest weed it grows side by side with his hoes rakes, shears, and a packet of weed killer; you have put beauty, energy, and fecundity beside dead, steril things. Just so, our &
230:Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of Enchantment Come little children the time's come to play here in my garden of Shadows Follow sweet children I'll show thee the way through all the pain and the Sorrows Weep not poor childlen for life is this way murdering beauty and Passions Hush now dear children it must be this way to weary of life and Deceptions Rest now my children for soon we'll away into the calm and the Quiet Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of Enchantment Come little children the time's come to play here in my garden of Shadows ~ edgar-allan-poe, @wisdomtrove
231:A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower. You didn’t have to struggle to make your face different than anyone else’s on earth. It just is. You are unique because you were created that way. Look at little children in kindergarten. They’re all different without trying to be. As long as they’re unselfconsciously being themselves, they can’t help but shine. It’s only later, when children are taught to compete, to strive to be better than others, that their natural light becomes distorted. ~ marianne-williamson, @wisdomtrove
232:His rare science and practical skill, and the added fame of second sight and extraordinary religious knowledge and gifts, drew to him queens, nobles, clergy, ship-masters and people about the ports through which he was wont to pass in his many voyages. The clergy interfered a little with the importation and publication of his religious works, but he seems to have kept the friendship of men in power. He was never married. He had great modesty and gentleness of bearing. His habits were simple; he lived on bread, milk and vegetables; he lived in a house situated in a large garden... He is described... as a man of a quiet, clerical habit, not averse to tea and coffee, and kind to children... A colossal soul, he lies vast abroad on his times, uncomprehended by them, and requires a long focal distance to be seen; suggests, as Aristotle, Bacon, Selden, & Humboldt, that a certain vastness of learning, or quasi omnipresence of the human soul in nature, is possible. Ralph Waldo Emerson in Ralph Waldo Emerson ~ emanuel-swedenborg, @wisdomtrove

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1:I am a bird of God's garden ~ Rumi,
2:It's raining, Annie. ~ Nancy Garden,
3:The mind is a garden, ~ Victor Hugo,
4:ZANNA IN THE GARDEN ~ Chris d Lacey,
5:Good garden of peas! ~ Deborah Wiles,
6:A garden is made of hope. ~ W S Merwin,
7:Garden Planning Chart ~ Carleen Madigan,
8:Let us cultivate our garden. ~ Voltaire,
9:How sociable the garden was. ~ Thom Gunn,
10:We must cultivate our garden. ~ Voltaire,
11:I will go to the garden. ~ Robert Creeley,
12:She blushed like a garden. ~ Kristen Wolf,
13:To dwell is to garden. ~ Martin Heidegger,
14:vegetable garden, and some ~ Alan Russell,
15:save the shit for your garden ~ Penny Reid,
16:Walking makes the mind work ~ Nancy Garden,
17:Do not go to the garden of flowers! ~ Kabir,
18:THE SECRET GARDEN ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
19:The sunlight on the garden ~ Louis MacNeice,
20:...we must cultivate our garden. ~ Voltaire,
21:A garden is never finished. ~ Shunryu Suzuki,
22:Garden work clears the mind. ~ Joanne Harris,
23:We must cultivate our own garden. ~ Voltaire,
24:A garden always has a point. ~ Elizabeth Hoyt,
25:A garden is never finished. ~ Shunryu Suzuki,
26:I know a little garden close ~ William Morris,
27:Real, but sometimes beautiful. ~ Nancy Garden,
28:Teach Your Garden to Weed Itself. ~ Anonymous,
29:the Garden of Ediacara. ~ Peter Godfrey Smith,
30:The mind is a garden," said he. ~ Victor Hugo,
31:To garden is a solitary act. ~ Michelle Cliff,
32:I will wear it even unto death. ~ Nancy Garden,
33:Learn to cultivate your own garden. ~ Voltaire,
34:Isabeau had a garden insider of her. ~ M J Rose,
35:I will garden on the double run, ~ Richard Hugo,
36:The market is the best garden. ~ George Herbert,
37:Aunty Em’s Garden Gnome Emporium. ~ Rick Riordan,
38:Must not do evil tycoon in garden. ~ Amy Andrews,
39:The garden is a kind of sanctuary. ~ John Berger,
40:The garden that is finished is dead. ~ H E Bates,
41:An album is a garden, not for show ~ Charles Lamb,
42:Don't let ignorance win. Let love. ~ Nancy Garden,
43:Maybe I’d grow a garden of weeds. ~ Gillian Flynn,
44:My garden is a forest ledge ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
45:A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! ~ T E Brown,
46:A good garden may have some weeds. ~ Thomas Fuller,
47:In the garden of gentle sanity, ~ Chogyam Trungpa,
48:It is up to us to cultivate our garden. ~ Voltaire,
49:Love, the life-giving garden of this world. ~ Rumi,
50:The body is the garden of the soul. ~ Tony Kushner,
51:There's a black rose growing in your garden. ~ H D,
52:Aunty Em’s Garden Gnome Emporium—the ~ Rick Riordan,
53:Too much beauty can be hard to bear. ~ Nancy Garden,
54:A garden is not a place. It's a journey. ~ Monty Don,
55:Erik Larson’s In the Garden of Beasts, ~ Dean Koontz,
56:garden.    I have been defeated, ~ Michael D O Brien,
57:I never promised you a rose garden. ~ Traian Basescu,
58:In the bodily garden the apple lurks. ~ Edna O Brien,
59:Forget the planet, save the garden. ~ Colin Cotterill,
60:Mary is the lily in God's garden. ~ Bridget of Sweden,
61:COOK AND, IF YOU CAN, PLANT A GARDEN. ~ Michael Pollan,
62:Friends are flowers in life's garden. ~ Okakura Kakuzo,
63:Garden as though you will live forever. ~ William Kent,
64:Madison Square Garden sounds like crap. ~ Rick Nielsen,
65:Nobody can stay in the Garden of Eden. ~ James Baldwin,
66:(PORTRAIT: Adam and Adam in the Garden) ~ Jandy Nelson,
67:This garden has a soul, I know its moods. ~ Leigh Hunt,
68:She looked like a summer garden. ~ Benjamin Alire S enz,
69:Charity is the entrance to the garden. ~ Seth Adam Smith,
70:When you grow your own garden, it grows you. ~ T F Hodge,
71:Everyone should cultivate a secret garden. ~ Esther Perel,
72:I would love this place to be my garden. ~ Thierry Henry,
73:My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece ~ Claude Monet,
74:The snake stood up for evil in the Garden. ~ Robert Frost,
75:You may be on land, yet not in a garden. ~ George Herbert,
76:A garden is the best alternative therapy. ~ Germaine Greer,
77:A garden should feel like a walk in the woods. ~ Dan Kiley,
78:A sensitive plant in a garden grew, ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
79:Cares melt when you kneel in your garden. ~ Okakura Kakuzo,
80:If you rest too long the weeds take the garden. ~ Jim Rohn,
81:In the soul's garden, everyone is happy. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
82:Mama worked outside the home — in the garden. ~ Glenn Beck,
83:Success is buried in the garden of failure. ~ Rick Wakeman,
84:To the garden of the world anew descending, ~ Walt Whitman,
85:We, the garden of technology. We, undecidable. ~ John Cage,
86:And Spring arose on the garden fair, ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
87:If there is no gardener there is no garden. ~ Stephen Covey,
88:Life is like a garden, you reap what you sow ~ Paulo Coelho,
89:O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! ~ Rossiter Johnson,
90:We are sitting in a garden in a French town. ~ Paulo Coelho,
91:Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too. ~ William Cowper,
92:All my hurts my garden spade can heal. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
93:I decided to write about the myths of divorce. ~ Mary Garden,
94:Truth is rare fruit in garden of murder. ~ Earl Derr Biggers,
95:A garden is a friend you can visit any time. ~ Okakura Kakuzo,
96:Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted! ~ Edgar Allan Poe,
97:I did a salad, but I didn't do a garden. ~ Roberto Burle Marx,
98:In friendship's fragrant garden, ~ Algernon Charles Swinburne,
99:To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow. ~ Audrey Hepburn,
100:Where there's no gardener, there's no garden. ~ Stephen Covey,
101:Happiness must be grown in one's own garden. ~ Mary Engelbreit,
102:Perhaps it is the key to the garden! ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
103:There's a black rose growing in your garden. ~ Hilda Doolittle,
104:Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps. ~ Amos Bronson Alcott,
105:Deep within each one of us lies a garden. ~ Julie Moir Messervy,
106:Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, ~ William Cowper,
107:In search of my mother's garden, I found my own. ~ Alice Walker,
108:Our earthly ball a peopled garden. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
109:Sisters are different flowers from the same garden. ~ Anonymous,
110:You have the emotional capacity of a garden gnome. ~ Lex Martin,
111:A garden isn't meant to be useful. It's for joy. ~ Rumer Godden,
112:Do not let your bountiful garden turn to ash. ~ Kerri Maniscalco,
113:I was born in a lovely white house with a garden. ~ Judy Garland,
114:i’ll plant a garden on top where your hurt stopped. ~ Danez Smith,
115:Nothing so pretty to look at as my garden! ~ Mary Russell Mitford,
116:Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson,
117:The one taken underwater of Mel’s garden of women, ~ Rachel Caine,
118:A book is like a garden carried in the pocket. ~ Jessica Brockmole,
119:A garden is never so good as it will be next year. ~ Thomas Cooper,
120:Feare keepes the garden better then the gardiner. ~ George Herbert,
121:The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind. ~ Rumi,
122:We were what seemed important then, not some label. ~ Nancy Garden,
123:You can solve all the world's problems in a garden. ~ Geoff Lawton,
124:A garden is a delight to the eye and a solace for the soul. ~ Saadi,
125:How were the receipts today in Madison Square Garden ? ~ P T Barnum,
126:Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, ~ Oliver Goldsmith,
127:To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace. ~ Mary Stewart,
128:A garden is half made when it is well planned. ~ Liberty Hyde Bailey,
129:Be kind to your garden and be gentle on your back! ~ Alan Titchmarsh,
130:You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows. ~ Joni Mitchell,
131:All of the worlds problems can be solved in the garden ~ Geoff Lawton,
132:Johnny, can't you come out to play in your empty garden? ~ Elton John,
133:Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies. ~ Dylan Thomas,
134:A garden must be looked unto and dressed as the body. ~ George Herbert,
135:Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
136:Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood. ~ Pablo Neruda,
137:garden hoes, there was a small but conspicuous headline. ~ Donna Tartt,
138:He was in her thoughts – a deep tender sultry garden. ~ Alexander Blok,
139:More and more, I feel the need for a house and a garden. ~ Marie Curie,
140:A book is a garden, a party, a company by the way. ~ Charles Baudelaire,
141:Don't let ignorance win', said Ms. Stevenson. 'Let love. ~ Nancy Garden,
142:Don’t let ignorance win,” said Ms. Stevenson. “Let love. ~ Nancy Garden,
143:Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood. ~ Pablo Neruda,
144:I want to still be able to garden while I can bend over. ~ Barbara Bush,
145:Just a little drop of kindness can water a whole garden. ~ Heather Wolf,
146:Temptation has been here ever since the Garden of Eden. ~ Jerry Falwell,
147:Tend your own garden: savor the blossoms, trim the weeds. ~ Ron Kaufman,
148:Walking around an early spring garden- going nowhere. ~ Kyoshi Takahama,
149:exactly the garden spot of the Garden State. In truth, ~ Janet Evanovich,
150:In the soul's garden, everyone is happy. ~ Jalaluddin RumiWELCOME MARCH!,
151:Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made ~ Rudyard Kipling,
152:Robb was hosting her garden club. Since I was gone and ~ Emily Carpenter,
153:This is the Garden which you have inherited by your labours. ~ Anonymous,
154:We stood there, locked and lovely as statues in a garden. ~ Paula McLain,
155:A garden is a way of showing that you believe in tomorrow. ~ Beth Wiseman,
156:A garden is a way of showing that you believe in tomorrow. ~ Tricia Goyer,
157:But the sea which no one tends is also a garden ~ William Carlos Williams,
158:Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden. ~ George Herbert,
159:I'm Jewish in the way Olive Garden is an Italian restaurant. ~ A J Jacobs,
160:Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden. ~ Walter Scott,
161:secret garden that morning, and in the midst of ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
162:The less help you have in a garden the more yours it is. ~ Nikki Yanofsky,
163:True humility is a flower which will adorn any garden. ~ Charles Spurgeon,
164:Cease looking for flowers! There blooms a garden in your own home. ~ Rumi,
165:Humility is a flower which does not grow in everyone's garden. ~ Aristotle,
166:I need my friends, I need my house, I need my garden. ~ Miranda Richardson,
167:Robertson Ay was sitting in the garden busily doing nothing. ~ P L Travers,
168:The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye. ~ Rudyard Kipling,
169:This wasn't a garden,' said Susan presently. 'It was a castle. ~ C S Lewis,
170:A single rose can be my garden...a single friend my world ~ Leo F Buscaglia,
171:A vulture eats its own flesh, founding a garden of silence. ~ Mar a Negroni,
172:Every garden presents innumerable fascinating problems. ~ Winston Churchill,
173:in my garden   I pick a musk melon  feeling like a thief ~ Yosa Buson,
174:old-fashioned flowers, it looked like an English garden. ~ Melanie Benjamin,
175:People sometimes say to me: "Craig, get out of my garden." ~ Craig Ferguson,
176:Someone in the garden is delaying the passing of time. ~ Alejandra Pizarnik,
177:To find the right things, we’ll need to go to the garden. ~ Timothy Ferriss,
178:Your family and your love must be cultivated like a garden. ~ Chris Widener,
179:A single rose can be my garden; a single friend, my world. ~ Leo F Buscaglia,
180:Being honest with yourself starves the demon inside of you. ~ Vanessa Garden,
181:Every beloved object is the center of a garden of paradise. ~ Bohumil Hrabal,
182:From all of our beginnings, we keep reliving the Garden story. ~ Ann Voskamp,
183:He who has a garden and a library wants for nothing. ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero,
184:Plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. ~ Ken Kesey,
185:The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
186:This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden. ~ Rumi,
187:This wasn't a garden,' said Susan presently. 'It was a castle... ~ C S Lewis,
188:Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing. ~ Matsuo Basho,
189:a big yellow bulldozer that was advancing up his garden path. ~ Douglas Adams,
190:A single rose can be a garden... a single friend, my world. ~ Leo F Buscaglia,
191:A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world ~ Leo F Buscaglia,
192:going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when ~ Lewis Carroll,
193:Google was now my teacher.
I was a student of the world. ~ Vanessa Garden,
194:Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high. ~ William Goldman,
195:He's an escapist. He wants to cultivate his interior garden. ~ Nathanael West,
196:I don’t want to pretend any more. You make me—want to be real. ~ Nancy Garden,
197:If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
   ~ Cicero,
198:no better occupation than to look down into the garden. ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne,
199:[Death] was not at home by that time, he was in his yam garden. ~ Amos Tutuola,
200:Full of troubles, the mind is still the only Garden of Delight. ~ Mason Cooley,
201:If the devil ever raised a garden, the Everglades was it. ~ James Carlos Blake,
202:In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the ~ Truman Capote,
203:It is better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war. ~ Anonymous,
204:it’s a free country, a woman can drink-garden if she wants to… ~ Helen Russell,
205:Man must be a co-worker with God in making this earth a garden. ~ Joseph Hertz,
206:My garden is the most beautiful thing in the world. ~ Josephine de Beauharnais,
207:O my friends, plant only flowers of love in the garden of hearts. ~ Baha-ullah,
208:The man who has a garden and a library has everything. ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero,
209:The story of mankind began in a garden and ended in revelations. ~ Oscar Wilde,
210:Thou art fertile ground, and I will plant a garden in thee. ~ Orson Scott Card,
211:What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain. ~ Victor Hugo,
212:But the sea
which no one tends
is also a garden ~ William Carlos Williams,
213:Do not linger in the garden of memories, for there are many traps. ~ Stacey Lee,
214:Everything you have contact with will be woven into your garden ~ Kathy Stinson,
215:If the women in Paris were peacocks, I was a garden-variety hen. ~ Paula McLain,
216:Imagine the clouds dripping Dig a hole in your garden to put them in ~ Yoko Ono,
217:May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers. ~ Nhat Hanh,
218:My cat did that the other day when he came in from the garden. ~ Ann Widdecombe,
219:The garden is an unemployed township-based man's cubicle. ~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana,
220:The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie and a bore too! ~ Joanne Greenberg,
221:What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you? ~ Antonio Machado,
222:A garden of soda bottles filled with water grew by his feet. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
223:A little garden in which to walk, and immensity in which to dream. ~ Victor Hugo,
224:As to the garden, it seems to me its chief fruit is-blackbirds. ~ William Morris,
225:I didn't know the names of the flowers - now my garden is gone. ~ Allen Ginsberg,
226:Leave no stone unturned in your quest to disrupt a rock garden. ~ Demetri Martin,
227:My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus. ~ Ogden Nash,
228:My heart was now a secret garden and the walls were very high. ~ William Goldman,
229:Prohibition didn't work in the Garden of Eden. Adam ate the apple. ~ Vicente Fox,
230:She could make her office my rose garden, forever, if she so chose. ~ Elise Kova,
231:True humility is a flower which will adorn any garden. ~ Charles Haddon Spurgeon,
232:When you live in the garden of hope, something is always blooming! ~ Joyce Meyer,
233:With just a little drop of kindness you can water a whole garden. ~ Heather Wolf,
234:An autumn garden has a sadness when the sun is not shining. ~ Francis Brett Young,
235:A truth is not something that is constructed in a garden of roses. ~ Alain Badiou,
236:Beware of those who truly garden…for they see people as plants. ~ L E Modesitt Jr,
237:Rain in the dump makes water filthy. Rain in the garden cleanses. ~ Camron Wright,
238:The Earth is our environment to protect and the garden to tend to. ~ Pope Francis,
239:Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating. ~ Libba Bray,
240:Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating. ~ Libba Bray,
241:How fair is a garden amid the toils and passions of existence. ~ Benjamin Disraeli,
242:If a house has no garden, the whole earth becomes its garden! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
243:In short, you have all the social prospects of a garden gnome. ~ Stephen R Lawhead,
244:So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden ~ Thomas C Foster,
245:Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden. I will meet you there. ~ Rumi,
246:A garden is a grand teacher... above all it teaches entire trust. ~ Gertrude Jekyll,
247:Patience is the Gnostic's scale and the humble the garden's door. ~ Samael Aun Weor,
248:The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie... and a bore, too! ~ Joanne Greenberg,
249:To love is the great amulet that makes this world a garden ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,
250:We will eat the figs of our own tree, and the grapes of our own garden. ~ Anne Rice,
251:Change layover the stairs and the kitchen and the garden like fog. ~ Shirley Jackson,
252:Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society. ~ Alfred Austin,
253:Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. ~ Margaret Atwood,
254:i have a life to garden. a multiverse to wake from sleep. — giants ~ Nayyirah Waheed,
255:In the garden I will die. In the rosebush they will kill me. ~ Federico Garcia Lorca,
256:In the garden of my heart, the flowers of peace bloom beautifully. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
257:Line of control should be a garden, a place of art and cultural festival. ~ Amit Ray,
258:The most important thing a garden needs is the shadow of a gardener. ~ Joanna Cannon,
259:To love is the great amulet that makes this world a garden. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,
260:You must remember garden catalogues are as big liars as house-agents. ~ Rumer Godden,
261:And binding with briars my joys & desires. ~ William Blake, The Garden of Love (1866),
262:A novel is a garden where the reader must spend time in order to bloom. ~ Nina George,
263:Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it. ~ Rumi,
264:Excellently observed", answered Candide; "but let us cultivate our garden. ~ Voltaire,
265:May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
266:Meditation is the art removing the weeds from the garden of possibilities. ~ Amit Ray,
267:My childhood, closed to me forever, turned gold like an autumn garden, ~ Louise Gl ck,
268:My pen is my harp and my lyre; my library is my garden and my orchard. ~ Judah Halevi,
269:No one can rightly call his garden his own unless he himself made it. ~ Alfred Austin,
270:Our female bodies are connected with nature just like a garden. ~ Christiane Northrup,
271:Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path ~ Jean Anouilh,
272:The cat was on the window ledge, gazing intently into the garden. ~ Diane Setterfield,
273:There are daisies
In the ruined garden, still blooming strangely ~ Laura Kasischke,
274:Those who sit in the house of grief will someday sit in the garden. ~ Gregory Maguire,
275:Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden. ~ Orson Scott Card,
276:All that is very well," answered Candide, "but let us cultivate our garden. ~ Voltaire,
277:Go to the meadows, go to the garden, go to the woods. Open your eyes! ~ Albert Hofmann,
278:If I happen to come across a garden these days, I burst into bloom. ~ Rabih Alameddine,
279:Imagine the clouds dripping
Dig a hole in your garden to
put them in ~ Yoko Ono,
280:"In the garden of my heart, the flowers of peace bloom beautifully." ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
281:oh, Liza, I don’t want to hide the—the best part of my life, of myself. ~ Nancy Garden,
282:We are the flowers that make up the Creator's vast and beautiful garden. ~ Suzy Kassem,
283:At the front of my home, in the garden, is a huge piece of clear quartz. ~ Miranda Kerr,
284:Bad weather doesn't give you ideas about going to visit a flower garden. ~ Yasmina Reza,
285:One is that the perfect garden can be created overnight, which it can't. ~ Ken Thompson,
286:The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower ~ Christina Rossetti,
287:The only limit to your garden is at the boundaries of your imagination. ~ Thomas Church,
288:Where humanity
sowed faith, hope, and unity,
joy’s garden blossomed. ~ Aberjhani,
289:With the lapse of every moment, the garden grew more picturesque; ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne,
290:You'll never have a garden - a garden needs walls and you have no walls. ~ Russell Page,
291:A census taker once tried to test me. I let my front garden eat him. ~ Jonathan L Howard,
292:A garden is where you can find a whole spectrum of life, birth and death ~ Tiffany Baker,
293:A garden, sir, wherein all rainbows and flowers were heaped together. ~ Charles Kingsley,
294:A man of words and not of deeds,
Is like a garden full of weeds. ~ Benjamin Franklin,
295:He who wants to keep his garden tidy doesn’t reserve a plot for weeds. ~ Stephen R Covey,
296:Rosie, please tell me you don’t call a lady’s vagina her pleasure garden. ~ Meghan Quinn,
297:The fool who loves giving advice on our garden never tends his own plants ~ Paulo Coelho,
298:Autumn in my garden is when trees give their tickertape welcome to winter. ~ Densey Clyne,
299:For children, most importantly, being in the garden is something magical. ~ Fritjof Capra,
300:...for flowers that will bloom in a garden will die on a heath... ~ James Fenimore Cooper,
301:He who wants to keep his garden tidy doesn't reserve a plot for weeds. ~ Dag Hammarskjold,
302:If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero,
303:I've always felt that having a garden is like having a good and loyal friend. ~ C Z Guest,
304:I want you to know you're in my heart... growing into a beautiful garden. ~ Delta Goodrem,
305:Today I am planting a garden of happiness. The seeds are my closed mouth. ~ Bunmi Laditan,
306:Your silence is a little black garden. You know everything there by heart. ~ Joy Williams,
307:But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine, And many a Garden by the Water blows. ~ Omar Khayy m,
308:He didn't know how love managed to be a garden one moment and war the next. ~ Paula McLain,
309:I like solitary pursuits, such as reading or pottering about in the garden. ~ Hayley Mills,
310:I pulled myself out of the guard’s arms and ran like a drunk into the garden. ~ Kiera Cass,
311:Nationalism cannot flower if it does not grow in the garden of internationalism. ~ Sukarno,
312:Somewhere in the inky garden the nocturnal insects rattled like white noise. ~ Jane Harper,
313:You need a temple to feel good spiritually? Go to a beautiful garden! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
314:A cow is a very good animal in the field; but we turn her out of a garden. ~ Samuel Johnson,
315:And that's like my world." Annie pointed up to the stars again."Inaccecible. ~ Nancy Garden,
316:Europe cannot confine itself to the cultivation of its own garden. ~ Juan Carlos I of Spain,
317:I dined upon a bird, and radishes from the garden, and homemade plum jam. ~ Shirley Jackson,
318:It's amazing to see places like Madison Square Garden on the schedule again. ~ Roger Taylor,
319:I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions. ~ Rumi,
320:Lilith Bloom had the peculiar feeling that the rose garden wanted to eat her ~ Ksenia Anske,
321:Momma kept a garden, which sounds romantic to people who have never held a hoe ~ Rick Bragg,
322:My block was due to two overlapping factors: laziness and lack of discipline. ~ Mary Garden,
323:people who only wish to stifle your bloom,
do not belong in your garden. ~ Upile Chisala,
324:Tools of many kinds and well chosen, are one of the joys of a garden. ~ Liberty Hyde Bailey,
325:Wherever the Legionary's hand and soul show up, a garden appears. ~ Corneliu Zelea Codreanu,
326:Wherever the Legionary’s hand and soul show up, a garden appears. ~ Corneliu Zelea Codreanu,
327:A garden scheme should have a backbone - a central idea beautifully phrased. ~ Edwin Lutyens,
328:Alfred Austin said, "Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are." ~ Alfred Austin,
329:Be tough … life is. In other words, there is no promise of a rose garden. ~ Thomas J Stanley,
330:Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters. ~ Joseph Conrad,
331:Don’t kill doves in the garden. / You kill one and the others won’t come. ~ Malala Yousafzai,
332:Everyone in that garden knew it was only a matter of time before he kissed her. ~ Jane Green,
333:In the garden of your days cultivate festivity, play and celebrations. ~ Mary Anne Radmacher,
334:I was going away, leaving behind me the villa, the garden and that summer. ~ Fran oise Sagan,
335:Lilith Bloom had the peculiar feeling that the rose garden wanted to eat her. ~ Ksenia Anske,
336:What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. ~ Lin Manuel Miranda,
337:When I pass a flowering zucchini plant in a garden, my heart skips a beat. ~ Gwyneth Paltrow,
338:You have to weed the garden before you can plant flowers, must you not?” I ~ Rhiannon Thomas,
339:For a long period in my life - it lasted about 10 years - I had writer's block. ~ Mary Garden,
340:If the husband sits on a chair in the Garden of Eden, his wife is his footstool. ~ I L Peretz,
341:It never hurts to have an army of garden gnomes protecting your property. ~ Michelle M Pillow,
342:It’s that which is between the gardener and his bit of soil that makes a garden. ~ Robin Hobb,
343:The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway. ~ Michael Pollan,
344:They look like scarecrows shipping west to be staked in some terrible garden. ~ Anthony Doerr,
345:what you are searching for,you already have,in the alchemy of your garden ~ Robin Craig Clark,
346:Like a garden that is carefully tended, the rewards are well worth the effort. ~ Anodea Judith,
347:Nobody can stay in the garden of Eden," Jacques said. And then: "I wonder why. ~ James Baldwin,
348:Nobody can stay in the garden of Eden,’ Jacques said. And then: ‘I wonder why. ~ James Baldwin,
349:To hold the garden’s fragrance in one vase, And see all autumn in a single spray? ~ Cao Xueqin,
350:I have always wanted to be a gardener, and I love the time I spend in my garden. ~ Pawan Kalyan,
351:The LORD God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to work it and keep it. ~ Anonymous,
352:The Masters is more like a vast Edwardian garden party than a golf tournament. ~ Alistair Cooke,
353:The soul of a child is the loveliest flower that grows in the garden of God. ~ Elizabeth George,
354:Wayne's like my son, Brooklyn, who goes out in the garden to play and have fun. ~ David Beckham,
355:A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. ~ May Sarton,
356:A sudden wind thrashed the treetops in the garden, sweeping down from the east. ~ Steven Erikson,
357:Buon Natale,” she whispered, “amore mio.” “Merry Christmas, my love,” I answered. ~ Nancy Garden,
358:college was a wonderful gig, thousands of hours to tend to yourself like a garden. ~ Lena Dunham,
359:Don't let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden. ~ Steve Maraboli,
360:Guilt is the first weed we pluck, to keep the garden pretty and smelling sweet. ~ Steven Erikson,
361:I am for true world peace and building a beautiful global garden for our children. ~ Suzy Kassem,
362:I'd just met a talking garden gnome and the nightmare version of My Little Pony. ~ Nicole Peeler,
363:I leave to various future times, but not to all, my garden of forking paths. ~ Jorge Luis Borges,
364:The hospital was a low and narrow building of a single story, with a small garden. ~ Victor Hugo,
365:A garden is not a matter of life or death. It is far more important than that. ~ Elin Hilderbrand,
366:Beauty surrounds us,
but usually we need
to be walking in a
garden to know it. ~ Rumi,
367:Better to be at home in room and garden with ugly people than belong to strangers. ~ Herta M ller,
368:God's church is not a stage for us to perform on but a garden for us to grow in. ~ Michael Horton,
369:I gasp, and I'm Eve in the Garden of Eden, and he's the serpent, and I cannot resist. ~ E L James,
370:I, you, he, she, we
In the garden of mystic lovers,
these are not true distinctions. ~ Rumi,
371:Should it not be remembered that in setting a garden we are painting a picture? ~ Beatrix Farrand,
372:There are more men lurking in sheds in my garden than in any D.H. Lawrence novel. ~ Trisha Ashley,
373:We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. ~ Joni Mitchell,
374:You look like a butterfly that’s just flown in from the garden,” Hunt said softly. ~ Lisa Kleypas,
375:An ordinary visit to a beautiful garden always creates an extraordinary time! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
376:I call myself, 'The Estee Lauder of the garden world.' I'm my own little conglomerate. ~ C Z Guest,
377:If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
378:I have a garden in my backyard that's completely organic, which I'm very proud of. ~ Ariana Grande,
379:In the garden of tabloid delight, there is always a clean towel and another song. ~ Lewis H Lapham,
380:I teach you to be warriors in the garden so you will never be gardeners in the war. ~ Tomi Adeyemi,
381:Life is like a garden: it gives you a few things, and you make of them what you can. ~ Neel Burton,
382:Some turn the soil and plant seedlings. We garden with words and nurture affinity. ~ Sherry Thomas,
383:the ancient Egyptians prescribed walking through a garden as a cure for the mad. ~ Paul Fleischman,
384:The garden is a metaphor for life, and gardening is a symbol of the spiritual path. ~ Larry Dossey,
385:To hold the garden’s fragrance in one vase,
And see all autumn in a single spray? ~ Cao Xueqin,
386:you can pick what you want from the definition, like picking flowers from a garden ~ Blue Balliett,
387:I travel the garden of music, thru inspiration. It's a large, very large garden, seen? ~ Peter Tosh,
388:Legacy. What is a Legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see ~ Lin Manuel Miranda,
389:Marriage should be no prison, but a garden in which something higher is cultivated. ~ Irvin D Yalom,
390:She had a passionate longing for the garden, the darkness, the pure sky, the stars. ~ Anton Chekhov,
391:The Book of Life begins with a man and a woman in a garden. It ends with Revelations. ~ Oscar Wilde,
392:The garden of Eden was a boggy swamp just south of Croydon. You can see it over there. ~ Peter Cook,
393:There are several ways to lay out a little garden; the best way is to get a gardener. ~ Karel Capek,
394:To the ends of the earth, madam, to say nothing of back and forth in this garden. ~ Caroline Linden,
395:All morning it has been raining.
In the language of the garden, this is happiness. ~ Mary Oliver,
396:Anyone who has got a book collection/library and a garden wants for nothing. ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero,
397:As is the garden such is the gardener. A man's nature runs either to herbs or weeds. ~ Francis Bacon,
398:Dee would not be taking him to Olive Garden. That was where I drew the line. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
399:God Almighty first planted a garden: and indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. ~ Francis Bacon,
400:I am very happy in second-hand bookshops; would a gardener not be happy in a garden? ~ Hilary Mantel,
401:I hardly have any spare time! But when I do, I garden a lot - I love plants and flowers. ~ Soundarya,
402:I wouldn't trust Newcastle's back five to protect my garden gnomes from squirrels. ~ Jonathan Pearce,
403:Life is bristling with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to cultivate one's garden. ~ Voltaire,
404:My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme. ~ Vita Sackville West,
405:Okay, but would you say between us we have the combined IQ of at least a garden slug? ~ Norah Wilson,
406:This ain't no garden party, brother, thisis wrestling, where only the strongest survive. ~ Ric Flair,
407:Way over yonder is a place I have seen In a garden of wisdom from some long ago dream. ~ Carole King,
408:Your Mind is a Garden,
Your Thoughts are the Seeds.
You can grow Flowers
or weeds... ~ Osho,
409:A garden is beautiful only when it is filled with people; they determine its beauty ~ Seth Adam Smith,
410:A garden must combine the poetic and he mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy ~ Luis Barragan,
411:For the water animals, the ocean is like a garden; for the land animals, it is death and pain. ~ Rumi,
412:Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls? ~ Anne Rice,
413:Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. ~ Walt Whitman,
414:God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures. ~ Francis Bacon,
415:Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
   ~ Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden,
416:I am the weed cast out of the rose garden. I am the crow chased out of the dovecote. ~ Jessica Khoury,
417:I just go in my back garden. It's the only place where people don't come and bother you. ~ Boy George,
418:I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods. ~ Horace,
419:She stood eating soup in her overgrown garden, looking up at stars she could not name. ~ Lucy Ellmann,
420:Some people like to garden, some people like motorcycle riding... my hobby is winning. ~ Jack Passion,
421:The garden of sarcasm is watered with impatience, and mine chose that moment to bloom. ~ Kevin Hearne,
422:The kitchen garden satisfies both requirements, a thing 0f beauty and a joy for dinner. ~ Peter Mayle,
423:The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; and gathering swallows twitter in the skies. ~ John Keats,
424:Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul. ~ Omar Khayyam,
425:What is God after all? An eternal child playing an eternal game in an eternal garden. ~ Sri Aurobindo,
426:When the world wearies, and society ceases to satisfy, there is always the Garden. ~ Minnie Aumonier,
427:You see, time is an ocean, not a garden hose. Space is a puff of smoke, a wisp of cloud. ~ David Wong,
428:Cabbage: A familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man's head. ~ Ambrose Bierce,
429:God is entirely and personally present in the wilderness, in the garden, in the field. ~ Martin Luther,
430:How many Zen masters does it take to screw in a light bulb? The plum tree in the garden! ~ Brad Warner,
431:The average gardener probably knows little about what is going on in his or her garden. ~ Ken Thompson,
432:Trade-offs have been with us ever since the late unpleasantness in the Garden of Eden. ~ Thomas Sowell,
433:When God created the Garden of Eden,
She became the first permaculturalist. ~ Khang Kijarro Nguyen,
434:You’re going to de-gnome the garden for me; they’re getting completely out of hand again ~ J K Rowling,
435:In short, it occurred to me that perhaps the only possible avant garde is the avant garden. ~ Hakim Bey,
436:No guru, no method, no teacher, just you and I and nature, and the father in the garden. ~ Van Morrison,
437:O famous Moon, shine on me.A ray of your lightwould turn my world into a rose garden. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
438:The garden is a miraculous place, and anything can happen on a beautiful moonlit night. ~ William Joyce,
439:They who deny God have not seen Him. ~ Agni Yoga, Leaves of Morya’s Garden II, Illumination 180, (1924),
440:This practice of yoga is to remove the weeds from the body so that the garden can grow. ~ B K S Iyengar,
441:Well I do find the beauty in animals. I find beauty everywhere. I find beauty in my garden. ~ Doris Day,
442:Fettered feet in the presence of friends is better than living in a garden with strangers. ~ Idries Shah,
443:Girl like a garden you never volunteered to tend. Dirt all tracked into your front hall. ~ Trista Mateer,
444:It’s the best fun I ever had in my life—shut in here an’ wakenin’ up a garden. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
445:If we don't empower ourselves with knowledge, then we're gonna be led down a garden path. ~ Fran Drescher,
446:I had a ton of animals; I had a goat growing up, a bunch of rabbits, a vegetable garden. ~ Kelli Williams,
447:I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating. ~ Libba Bray,
448:Sin has driven us out of the garden, but grace drives us right into the Father’s arms. ~ Paul David Tripp,
449:With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy ~ Lope de Vega,
450:Birds' voices and the grove's moody colours offer Immortality when we enter the garden ~ ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
451:I guess we cut Michelle Obama's garden. You hear about that? The Democrats are distressed. ~ Rush Limbaugh,
452:It’s astonishing, actually, how much anger an animal’s assault on your garden can incite. ~ Michael Pollan,
453:My strongest memory of our garden is not how it smelled, or even looked, but how it sounded. ~ Hope Jahren,
454:Patience will be rewarded, the garden reminded me. Why was it so hard to listen sometimes? ~ Loretta Nyhan,
455:Savage Garden يريد الرجل دائماً أن يكون الحب الأول للمرأة ، وتحب النساء أن تكون قصة الحب الأخيرة للرجل ! ~,
456:They who deny God have not seen Him. ~ Agni Yoga, Leaves of Morya’s Garden: Book One: The Call, 12, (1924),
457:When you hear the voice of Rosa Ponselle, you hear a fountain of melody blessed by the Lord. ~ Mary Garden,
458:With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy. ~ Lope de Vega,
459:1979, October 24 Dedicates the Orson Hyde Memorial Garden ~ The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints,
460:Good or bad, we need change. Need the different. Our brains aren’t wired for the same-old. ~ Vanessa Garden,
461:If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire. ~ Rumi,
462:In this their lives reflected the broader miasma suffusing the city beyond their garden wall. ~ Erik Larson,
463:I think the world that I grew up in was like being in this sort of magical artistic garden. ~ Kehinde Wiley,
464:life isn’t something you apply like make-up. It’s something you grow and tend. Like a garden. ~ Nikki Logan,
465:The most beautiful garden is always the one that we have made it with our own efforts! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
466:These days, you could stage a three-point orgy in the garden and nobody would bat an eye... ~ Angela Carter,
467:This used to be among my prayers - a piece of land not so very large, which would contain a garden ~ Horace,
468:Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times. ~ Neil Gaiman,
469:And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
470:A support system is like a garden and you always need to be on the lookout for weeds to pull. ~ Gary Halbert,
471:Don't waste your time chasing butterflies. Mend your garden, and the butterflies will come. ~ Mario Quintana,
472:I've dreamed of a book you can open the way you push open the door of an abandoned garden. ~ Christian Bobin,
473:Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. ~ Oscar Wilde,
474:- Nothing. Although they are flowers you did not count on, they are still part of the garden. ~ Paulo Coelho,
475:Once the rains abated, my father's garden thrived in the heat like an unleashed temper. ~ Barbara Kingsolver,
476:Somewhere between right and wrong lies a garden surrounded by thorns, and I have met you there. ~ Stacey Lee,
477:The garden, by design, is concerned with both the interior and the land beyond the garden ~ Stephen Gardiner,
478:The moment you step into a garden and begin to cultivate and prune, you become a killer. ~ Andrew J Robinson,
479:A certain king had a beautiful garden, and in the garden stood a tree which bore golden apples. ~ Jacob Grimm,
480:A garden is never finished. In that sense it is like the human world and all human undertakings. ~ Karel apek,
481:He’s back!” said George. “Dad’s home!” They hurried through the garden and back into the house. ~ J K Rowling,
482:If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever. ~ Alfred Tennyson,
483:Life is a garden. It is an opportunity. You can grow weeds, you can grow roses. It all depends on YOU. ~ Osho,
484:Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side. ~ William Butler Yeats,
485:No one feels himself easy in a garden which does not look like the open country. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
486:The difference between a garden and a graveyard is only what you choose to put in the ground ~ Rudy Francisco,
487:The mind is like a fertile garden in which anything that is planted, flowers or weeds, will grow. ~ Bruce Lee,
488:There was always something sly about any act of education. Eve had learned that in the garden. ~ Paul Russell,
489:Unless the Gardener was visiting you, darkness in the Garden was the closest we got to truth. ~ Dot Hutchison,
490:When you go to a garden, do you look at thorns or flowers? Spend more time with the roses and jasmine. ~ Rumi,
491:A beautiful person is protected like a beautiful flower in a garden which many gardeners tend. ~ Bryant McGill,
492:A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP ~ Leonard Nimoy,
493:And love, who can say the way it winds.. like a serpent in the garden of our untroubled minds ~ Daniel Handler,
494:A soul is a troublesome possession, and when man developed it he lost the Garden of Eden. ~ W Somerset Maugham,
495:Everything in the garden became suddenly vivid as if some general membrane had been peeled away. ~ Mark Haddon,
496:Her hand was small and had shape, not the usual bony garden tool you see on women nowadays. ~ Raymond Chandler,
497:I am officially Jewish, but I’m Jewish in the same way the Olive Garden is an Italian restaurant. ~ A J Jacobs,
498:It's the gloomy things that need our help, if everything in the garden is sunny, why meddle? ~ Julian Fellowes,
499:My inner critic who had begun piping up about how hopeless I was and how I didn't know to write. ~ Mary Garden,
500:Now stay back," he added curtly, "or you're going to lose your virginity in this damned garden. ~ Lisa Kleypas,
501:Secrecy is the original sin. The fig leaf in the Garden of Eden. The basic crime against love. ~ Timothy Leary,
502:She knew nothing about him, other than what he revealed of himself through his garden. ~ Gail Anderson Dargatz,
503:There is so much jasmine and nightshade in the garden that we all wake with lyrical headaches. ~ Frances Mayes,
504:Women have been deceiving men since the Garden of Eden. They’ve had centuries of practice. ~ Michael Schmicker,
505:I am agnostic only to the extent that I am agnostic about fairies at the bottom of the garden ~ Richard Dawkins,
506:I’m not even much of a gardener—my contribution to the family garden consists mainly of compost. ~ Steven Vogel,
507:In our not-yet-acknowledged secret garden lie the seeds of some of our best not-yet-written stories ~ Sol Stein,
508:Just think what this land would raise with plenty of water! Why, it will be a frigging garden! ~ John Steinbeck,
509:(Nature provides the seed; man provides the garden; each is grateful for the other’s help.) ~ Elizabeth Gilbert,
510:You never know what’s going to be in the garden in June when you’re looking at it in January. ~ Corey Ann Haydu,
511:A garden should be natural-seeming, with wild sections, including a large area of bluebells. ~ Diana Wynne Jones,
512:America has been conditioned to think of pasta as the never-ending pasta bowl and Olive Garden. ~ Joe Bastianich,
513:And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous. ~ Rumi,
514:Ever since his fall in the Garden of Eden, man has listened to his desires more than his reason. ~ Jerry Bridges,
515:If her time had been her own, she would have worked in the garden. That always soothed her spirits. ~ Anne Tyler,
516:In the beginning was the dog the real name of Jehovah is Rover. Adam's rib is buried in the garden ~ John Hegley,
517:Love even the knot-grass. God created it. ~ Agni Yoga, Leaves of Morya’s Garden: Book One: The Call, 237, (1924),
518:The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her. ~ Oscar Wilde,
519:The country is making a big mistake not teaching kids to cook and raise a garden and build fires. ~ Loretta Lynn,
520:The house was silent, but somewhere in the garden was a swimming pool filled with unsettled water. ~ J G Ballard,
521:The lawnmower is the most dangerous item in the garden. The second most dangerous is the flowerpot. ~ John Lloyd,
522:The Magic in this garden has made me stand up and know I am going to live to be a man. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
523:This town is like Gone with the Wind on mescaline!" From Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. ~ John Berendt,
524:A great challenge: stop ruining the garden which God has entrusted to us so that all may enjoy it. ~ Pope Francis,
525:A phrase from Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil came to mind: “Two tears in a bucket. Motherfuck it. ~ Zane,
526:A writer's life stands in relation to his work as a house does to a garden, related but distinct. ~ Mavis Gallant,
527:Life is a garden. It is an opportunity. You can grow weeds, you can grow roses; it all depends on you. ~ Rajneesh,
528:Life, it is not simple like a garden, where flowers are always flowers and weeds are always weeds. ~ Lesley Kagen,
529:Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free. ~ Thomas Campbell,
530:That's what depression had wrought inside me: one, vast, barren rock garden-without the garden ~ Peter McWilliams,
531:There's something Zen-like about the way I work - it's like raking gravel in a Zen Buddhist garden. ~ Chuck Close,
532:The rich fruit of spontaneity grows in the garden that is well tended by the discipline of schedule. ~ John Piper,
533:The true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground. ~ Gilbert K Chesterton,
534:the word ‘paradise’ evolves from the Persian pairi-diza which, simply put, means ‘walled garden’. ~ Anuja Chauhan,
535:We have built a greenhouse, a human greenhouse, where once there bloomed a sweet and wild garden. ~ Bill McKibben,
536:Your deepest, most constant need is for My Peace. I have planted Peace in the garden of your heart, ~ Sarah Young,
537:And a beautiful garden, not far from a beautiful lake, and I said it sounded perfectly perfect. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,
538:Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable? ~ Rumi,
539:Every garden looks beautiful in May.' Meaning: Everyone is somewhat attractive when she's young. ~ Chuck Palahniuk,
540:If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson,
541:MAN'S mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; ~ James Allen,
542:Man's mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild. ~ James Allen,
543:That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? ~ T S Eliot,
544:They really wanted to remain always in their own house and their own garden. There are such people. ~ Iris Murdoch,
545:We're in Madison Square Garden, I can't let you beat me in Madison Square Garden, are you serious!? ~ Roy Jones Jr,
546:When I'm looking for an idea, I'll do anything--clean the closet, mow the lawn, work in the garden. ~ Kevin Henkes,
547:winter garden
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.

~ Matsuo Basho, winter garden
548:As long as one has a garden, one has a future. As long as one has a future, one is alive. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
549:Before garden, vine or grape was in the world," writes one, "our soul was drunken with immortal wine. ~ Idries Shah,
550:I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, for a house full of books, and a garden of flowers. ~ Andrew Lang,
551:I have amethyst geodes by my meditation - yoga room and large rose quartz throughout my back garden. ~ Miranda Kerr,
552:I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy. ~ Anita Diament,
553:Professor Milligan will now play his tree! The composition is in A Minor, the tree is in A garden. ~ Spike Milligan,
554:There is no time in human history when you were more perfectly represented than in the Garden of Eden. ~ R C Sproul,
555:There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street. ~ D H Lawrence,
556:Though death is its precise reason for existence, in this garden, life—overwhelmingly—is the victor. ~ Cyrus Mistry,
557:We're all assigned a piece of the garden, a corner of the universe that is ours to transform. ~ Marianne Williamson,
558:A person who takes a concrete place and convert it into a garden of flowers is a real magician! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
559:I garden a lot in LA, so fashion consists of boots, work pants and T-shirts, unless I'm going out. ~ Kyle MacLachlan,
560:I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying. ~ Allen Ginsberg,
561:I have an armchair interest in gardening, but I don't like to get my knees dirty. I don't have a garden. ~ Nick Cave,
562:I’m holding Eden in my hands, and it makes me glad there is no God to take this garden away from me. ~ Ellen Hopkins,
563:I suppose that every wanderer started in a garden somewhere. So few of us are born into motion. ~ Candas Jane Dorsey,
564:Just what I need. My own personal shoulder devil, wearing black and smelling like the Garden of Eden. ~ Kim Harrison,
565:Lord, in this sweet eventide walk with me in the garden, and teach me the wisdom of faith. ~ Charles Haddon Spurgeon,
566:My mind flashes back to Grand Garden, to the beautiful, cruel creatures calling themselves human. ~ Victoria Aveyard,
567:Oh, dear child, happiness is a garden, but one has to plant the seed and endure the cold winter. ~ Zohreh Ghahremani,
568:So what is keeping you out of the Garden? Your fear and desire: that which the Buddha transcended. ~ Joseph Campbell,
569:the heart is like a garden. If all the elements are right, it can breathe life into a wilting soul. ~ Melissa Foster,
570:You are my wine, my joy,
My garden, my springtime,
My slumber, my repose,
Without you, I can't cope. ~ Rumi,
571:A lot of people have no idea that right now Y.A. (young adult). is the Garden of Eden of literature. ~ Sherman Alexie,
572:Facebook has focused on the conversation, but not really on absorbing the Web into its walled garden. ~ David Rusenko,
573:Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden. ~ William Shakespeare,
574:RITUALISM, n. A Dutch Garden of God where He may walk in rectilinear freedom, keeping off the grass. ~ Ambrose Bierce,
575:Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair. ~ T S Eliot,
576:The Atlanta Botanical Garden incorporated in 1976, and in 1980 was given 33 acres by the city of Atlanta. ~ Anonymous,
577:We go through life with one foot in a rose garden and the other in quick sand, he thought. - (Kurt) ~ Henning Mankell,
578:We go through life with one foot in a rose garden and the other on quick sand, he thought. - (Kurt) ~ Henning Mankell,
579:When I see a garden in flower, then I believe in God for a second. But not the rest of the time ~ Svetlana Alexievich,
580:wished that I could also find “no better occupation than to look down into the garden” beneath my window, ~ Anonymous,
581:As stewards of God's creation, we are called to make the earth a beautiful garden for the human family. ~ Pope Francis,
582:But in the garden of simple, where all of us are nameless, you were never anything but beautiful to me. ~ Ani DiFranco,
583:I live alone, with cats, books, pictures, fresh vegetables to cook, the garden, the hens to feed. ~ Jeanette Winterson,
584:I'm not a garden expert in any sense of the meaning, only someone who blunders about in the shrubbery. ~ Mirabel Osler,
585:In a rational religion there is no perplexity. ~ Agni Yoga, Leaves of Morya’s Garden: Book One: The Call, 11, (1924),
586:I read somewhere the other day that love is good as long as it’s honest and unselfish and hurts no one. ~ Nancy Garden,
587:My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness. ~ Mary Garden,
588:Seconds slowed and passed before Nicholas's mind's eye like a parade of snails upon the garden path. ~ Raymond E Feist,
589:That there are no troubles in life that can't be sorted through or solved by spending time in the garden ~ Karen White,
590:The eyes of the children are magicked by the toys that fall out of the wondrous garden of innocence. ~ M irt n Cadhain,
591:A GOOD PLACE TO begin a garden is to undo whatever appear to be the clear mistakes of previous owners. ~ Alexander Chee,
592:All the wars of the world, all the Caesars, have not the staying power of a lily in a cottage garden. ~ Reginald Farrer,
593:...and I went into the garden and lay down and looked at the stars in the sky and made myself negligible. ~ Mark Haddon,
594:At night, the creature that was the Garden peeled back its synthetic skin to show the skeleton beneath. ~ Dot Hutchison,
595:Depression gets you nowhere but tangled in an overgrown garden that can choke the life out of you. ~ Karen Marie Moning,
596:Don't waste your time chasing butterflies. Mend your garden, and the butterflies will come.
   ~ Mario Quintana/Unknown,
597:Garden planners needed for Arcturus! Come and relax among the only vegetable-sentients in the galaxy! ~ Robert Sheckley,
598:I'm about to be alone, deep inside Wonderland's garden of souls, with nothing but dead things for company. ~ A G Howard,
599:In the Garden of Eden Eve showed more courage than Adam.. when the serpent offered the forbidden fruit. ~ Cesare Borgia,
600:Not since the serpent
approached Eve in the Garden had a woman been so tempted by forbidden fruit. ~ Teresa Medeiros,
601:So he went on, tearing up all the flowers from the garden of his soul, and setting his heel upon them. ~ Upton Sinclair,
602:And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand. ~ Oscar Wilde,
603:As long as you have a garden you have a future and as long as you have a future you are alive. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
604:By a garden is meant mystically a place of spiritual repose, stillness, peace, refreshment, delight. ~ John Henry Newman,
605:Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified? ~ Chuck Palahniuk,
606:Garden work consists much more in uprooting weeds than in planting seed. This applies also to teaching. ~ Frank Auerbach,
607:I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak. ~ Anna Akhmatova,
608:I look upon the pleasure we take in a garden as one of the most innocent delights in human life. ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero,
609:In a riddle whose answer is chess, what is the only prohibited word?
   ~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
610:In the garden of gentle sanity May you be bombarded by coconuts of wakefulness. —CHÖGYAM TRUNGPA RINPOCHE ~ Pema Ch dr n,
611:Mizzy has, again, wandered into the garden, like a child who feels no fealty to adult conversation. ~ Michael Cunningham,
612:Strategies grow initially like weeds in a garden, they are not cultivated like tomatoes in a hothouse. ~ Henry Mintzberg,
613:The essence of the enjoyment of a garden is that things should look as though they like to grow in it. ~ Beatrix Farrand,
614:The garden has taught me to live, to appreciate the times when things are fallow and when they're not. ~ Jamaica Kincaid,
615:The secrets inside her mind are like flowers in a garden at nighttime, filling the darkness with perfume. ~ Fumiko Enchi,
616:The word paradise, by the way, which comes to us from the Persian, means literally “a walled garden. ~ Elizabeth Gilbert,
617:Your mind is your garden,
Your thoughts are your seeds,
The decision is yours to plant flowers or weeds. ~ Unknown,
618:I also like to garden. I grow things, vegetables, flowers... I particularly like orchids. I raise orchids. ~ Beau Bridges,
619:I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death. ~ Jean Paul Sartre,
620:If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. ~ Haruki Murakami,
621:In the garden of literature, the highest and the most charismatic flowers are always the quotations. ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
622:It's over the garden wall and we're going to see the Wizard, come what may and hell to pay.
-Elphaba ~ Gregory Maguire,
623:I walk my dogs. I garden a little. I play a bit of tennis. Basically when I have spare time I'm making music. ~ Bill Mumy,
624:One thinks one is going to the tropics and one finds oneself in the Chinese version of Welwyn Garden City. ~ Paul Theroux,
625:She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses but in all my garden there is no red rose. ~ Oscar Wilde,
626:Voltaire—you know him? He said that a man should cultivate his own garden. Guess I’m with him on that. ~ Holly Chamberlin,
627:We've have to heed our Biblical obligation to be good stewards of the Earth after leaving the Garden of Eden. ~ Van Jones,
628:Adam, who said to our Lord in the Garden of Eden, I got more ribs - you got more broads? Never got a dinner! ~ Red Buttons,
629:A library of books is the fairest garden in the world, and to walk there is an ecstasy. —The Arabian Nights ~ Ellery Adams,
630:Even more important than what she gave her garden was what it gave her. In it, she found a sense of calm. ~ Kristin Hannah,
631:Everything he had planted that spring was blooming like a garden. Why, he could just hear the potatoes grow! ~ O E R lvaag,
632:He had but one word for both these kinds of toil; he called them gardening. "The mind is a garden," said he. ~ Victor Hugo,
633:In the garden of literature, the highest and the most charismatic flowers are always the quotations. ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
634:Remember, the serpent is still living in the Garden of Eden. Only the heterosexual couple was expelled. ~ Edward Carpenter,
635:roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing. ~ Katherine Mansfield,
636:The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost. ~ John Greenleaf Whittier,
637:A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a mentor, a teacher, a guidepost, a counsellor. ~ Henry Ward Beecher,
638:A garden isn't meant to be useful. It's for joy. Rumer Godden found in Power of Simple Living by Ellyn Sanna ~ Rumer Godden,
639:But for one's health as you say, it is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing. ~ Vincent Van Gogh,
640:He felt it deep, like a stone too big to heft out of the garden. He just had to how around it and make do. ~ Gary D Schmidt,
641:In the tranquillity of a garden, we detest the war and love the peace much more than any other places! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
642:I only debate with serious political youth formations. Not a group of the racist Helen Zille's garden boys. ~ Julius Malema,
643:Really, what [sea] ice does is it acts like a garden. … Losing that ice is like losing the soil in a garden. ~ Paul Nicklen,
644:She's a social worker, Karen," Mac said when I told the group. "She must know something about homosexuality. ~ Nancy Garden,
645:Teacher: Who can tell me where Hadrian's Wall is? Student: I expect it's around Hadrian's garden, Miss Jones! *** ~ Various,
646:The art of stone in a Japanese garden is that of placement. Its ideal does not deviate from that of nature. ~ Isamu Noguchi,
647:To dream a garden and then to plant it is an act of independence and even defiance to the greater world. ~ Stanley Crawford,
648:Erasmus was like Serena in a sense: he frequently needed to prune and weed the human race in his own garden. ~ Brian Herbert,
649:It has become much harder, in the past century, to tell where the garden leaves off and pure nature begins. ~ Michael Pollan,
650:Lost in these imaginary illusions I forgot my destiny - that of the hunted.~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
651:What matters it, O breeze, If now has come the spring When I have lost them both The garden and my nest? ~ William Dalrymple,
652:When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us. ~ Ram Dass,
653:A modest garden contains, for those who know how to look and to wait, more instruction than a library. ~ Henri Fr d ric Amiel,
654:A modest garden contains, for those who know how to look and to wait, more instruction than a library. ~ Henri Frederic Amiel,
655:“And don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.” ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
656:A Warrior also knows that the fool who gives advice about someone else's garden is not tending his own plants. ~ Paulo Coelho,
657:Don't punish yourselves for people's ignorant reactions to what we all are. Don't let ignorance win. Let love. ~ Nancy Garden,
658:I like to go for a walk or swimming or in the garden when I can. It's a busy kind of life, but I guess I'm lucky. ~ Brian May,
659:It is an old dream: To travel on the back of a benevolent sea beast down to some secret underwater garden. ~ Stephen Harrigan,
660:Kind hearts are the garden, kind thoughts are the roots, kind words are the blossoms, kind deeds are the fruit. ~ John Ruskin,
661:The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older. ~ Li Bai,
662:There could be no snake in Quntana Roo's garden.
Only later did I see that I had been raising her as a doll. ~ Joan Didion,
663:We can never be like lillies in the garden unless we have spent time as bulbs in the dark, totally ignored. ~ Oswald Chambers,
664:By a garden is meant mystically a place of spiritual repose, stillness, peace, refreshment, delight. ~ Saint John Henry Newman,
665:Garden making, like gardening itself, concerns the relationship of the human being to his natural surroundings. ~ Russell Page,
666:How can you be content to be in the world like tulips in a garden, to make a fine show, and be good for nothing. ~ Mary Astell,
667:It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,
668:Paradise endangered: garden snakes and mice are appearing in the shadowy corners of Dutch Old Master paintings. ~ Mason Cooley,
669:The air swirled into darkness around Paran. He blinked, saw the trees of the estate garden rising before him. ~ Steven Erikson,
670:The weeds keep multiplying in our garden, which is our mind ruled by fear. Rip them out and call them by name. ~ Sylvia Browne,
671:This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden. ~ Barbara Kingsolver,
672:"When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us." ~ Ram Dass,
673:You can drive the devil out of your garden but you will find him again in the garden of your son. ~ Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi,
674:A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call silence. ~ Patrick McGrath,
675:Earth is a flower in the Garden of Cosmos! And therefore, a flower on Earth is a flower within the flower! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
676:It means much to have loved, to have been happy, to have laid my hand on the living Garden, even for a day. ~ Jorge Luis Borges,
677:It was never too late, she said, to turn a living thing around, and a garden was the most living of things. ~ Katherine Rundell,
678:Language to me is a tool a very clumsy tool. And words are garden tools with which to till the soil of one's life. ~ Joy Kogawa,
679:The ballet is a purely female thing; it is a woman, a garden of beautiful flowers, and man is the gardener. ~ George Balanchine,
680:There could be no snakes in Quintana Roo's garden.
Only later did I see that I had been raising her as a doll. ~ Joan Didion,
681:The seeds from Ramanujan's garden have been blowing on the wind and have been sprouting all over the landscape. ~ Freeman Dyson,
682:At half past three, in the ditch of the night, Alice said: “Oh, Mummy, too bad! Fading roses, this garden’s over. ~ Stephen King,
683:Beauty is what I feel my life is about - the garden, the house, whatever. I see the world that way, yet it isn't. ~ Julie Newmar,
684:"Wonderful things can happen", Vincent said, "when you plant seeds of distrust in a garden of assholes." ~ Elmore Leonard,
685:God — or Aum (om) —is the Highest Being of your inner self. ~ Agni Yoga, Leaves of Morya’s Garden: Book One: The Call, 6, (1924),
686:Grass and garden trees seemed glittering with something at once good and unnatural, like a fire from fairyland. ~ G K Chesterton,
687:How much better when the whole land is a garden, and the people have grown up in the bowers of a paradise. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
688:Reading can be a road to freedom or a key to a secret garden, which, if tended, will transform all of life. ~ Katherine Paterson,
689:Rumor had it that he was homosexual; in reality, in recent years, he was simply a garden-variety alcoholic. ~ Michel Houellebecq,
690:With you, I am Adam. & you are my beautiful Eve. Let's run away, find our garden, live there together, help. ~ Ellen Hopkins,
691:Zoya of the lost city. Zoya of the garden. Zoya bleeding in the snow. You are strong enough to survive the fall. ~ Leigh Bardugo,
692:A breach of integrity stops the flow of energy, just as a pebble jammed in a garden hose stops the flow of water. ~ Gay Hendricks,
693:A garden really lives only insofar as it is an expression of faith, the embodiment of a hope and a song of praise. ~ Russell Page,
694:A hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden; only the delight of its users did that. ~ Lois McMaster Bujold,
695:Don't let us make it tidy," said Mary anxiously. "It wouldn't seem like a secret garden if it was tidy. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
696:Fawcett once described fear as the 'motive power of all evil' which had 'excluded humanity from the Garden of Eden. ~ David Grann,
697:I am learning that the difference between a garden and a graveyard is only what you choose to put in the ground. ~ Rudy Francisco,
698:I can spend two hours grubbing about in my garden, dazed with pleasure and intent, and it feels like five minutes. ~ Alice Walker,
699:If there are weeds in my garden, I have a problem. But it does not lead me to question the existence of lettuce. ~ Douglas Wilson,
700:It is the duty of United Nations is to make every international border a garden, a place of art and cultural festival. ~ Amit Ray,
701:My father read 'The New York Times,' my mother did secretarial work, we had a dog, we had a garden, I had a brother. ~ Donna Leon,
702:Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster's dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one's garden. ~ Homer,
703:Reading Stephen King's book, On Writing, was like being cornered and forced to have a long, drawn out mental enema. ~ Mary Garden,
704:Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun, and if the sun don't come, we'll be standing in the English rain. ~ John Lennon,
705:The cyborg would not recognize the garden of Eden; it is not made of mud and cannot dream of returning to dust. ~ Donna J Haraway,
706:The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there? ~ Jack Kornfield,
707:The real wealth of a good gardener is not his salary but the marvellous flowers he is raising in the garden! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
708:There is something divine, something artistic, and something supreme in reading a book in a peaceful garden. ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
709:There was nothing particularly wrong with them; they were just the ordinary garden variety of human garbage. ~ Robert Penn Warren,
710:When bad things happen, it's the time when you get to work in the garden and sort out the pots from the weeds. ~ Elizabeth Hurley,
711:And what does helping someone really mean? Helping them to be like everyone else, or helping them to be themselves? ~ Nancy Garden,
712:Ask your mommy can we have two chairs out here," Billy said. "Then we can pretend the whole garden is our house. ~ Shirley Jackson,
713:I danced with the London Festival at Covent Garden. I'm a ballerina by trade; I'm a ballerina who sings by the way. ~ Jane Seymour,
714:if anything, you may think of me as Adam without his Eve, cast out of the Garden with no hope of ever returning. ~ Michael R Hicks,
715:I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but careless of death, and still more of my unfinished garden. ~ Michel de Montaigne,
716:The cicadas, as if they were wired on the same circuit, suddenly filled the garden with a loud burst of celebration. ~ Peter Carey,
717:There is peace out here in the open. I have friends and a garden in the stars and a kitchen full of tasty things. ~ Becky Chambers,
718:unreadable. “I’ve always said my mother is the biggest bitch on the hill, and the kindest flower in the garden. ~ Lisa Renee Jones,
719:We are, like our beloved garden greens, sturdy, strong, and best when tested by the elements and fully seasoned. ~ Celia Rivenbark,
720:What he wanted was his own small universe, house and garden, a world he could control, an order he could impose. ~ Deborah Crombie,
721:A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it. ~ Charles Lamb,
722:Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden. ~ T S Eliot,
723:It was better to be in chains with friends than in a garden with strangers. [An ancient Persian proverb.] So true, huh? ~ Bob Dylan,
724:Ugh! Young girls, they should laugh. Life's bad enough when you're grown, you might as well laugh when you're young. ~ Nancy Garden,
725:I am the bird of the spiritual Garden,
not of this world of dust; for a few days,
they have a cage of my body made. ~ Rumi,
726:If we descended from space aliens, that's just as viable as Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, as far as I'm concerned. ~ Jon Gries,
727:I work at my garden all the time and with love. What I need most are flowers, always. My heart is forever in Giverny. ~ Claude Monet,
728:Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house. ~ Franz Schubert,
729:Take a walk through the garden of forgiveness and pick a flower of forgiveness for everything you have ever done. ~ Stephen Richards,
730:The real act of will was not in the creating of a garden but in the sustaining, the continuous stand against wildness. ~ Amy Waldman,
731:The two girls grew up at the edge of the ocean and knew it was paradise, and better than Eden, which was only a garden. ~ Eve Babitz,
732:We are kept out of the Garden by our own fear and desire in relation to what we think to be the goods of our life. ~ Joseph Campbell,
733:Afterwards they went down the garden together to pick peas for supper, and to dream their dreams in the summer dusk. ~ Barbara Comyns,
734:A loving Personality dominates the Bible, walking among the trees of the garden and breathing fragrance over every scene. ~ A W Tozer, many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely... ~ John Geddes,
736:I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with sunshine, there's got to be a little rain sometime. ~ Lynn Anderson,
737:I do mostly British projects, and for family reasons and life reasons Britain's my home, where I have a lovely garden. ~ Janet McTeer,
738:In a delightful garden, sowing, planting or digging are not hardship but are done with a zeal and a certain pleasure. ~ Martin Luther,
739:I've been trying to garden all my life - it just happens that I haven't had a big garden...until the past few years. ~ Claire Tomalin,
740:Know the truth,” Ms. Widmer used to quote—remember we used to say it to each other?—“and the truth will make you free. ~ Nancy Garden,
741:Line of control must be renamed as garden of love and the barbed wire fencing should be replaced by the garden of flowers. ~ Amit Ray,
742:No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden. ~ Thomas Jefferson,
743:Public opinion polls are rather like children in a garden, digging things up all the time to see how they're growing. ~ J B Priestley,
744:What a glorious garden of wonders the lights of Broadway would be to anyone lucky enough to be unable to read. ~ Gilbert K Chesterton,
745:A garden isn't meant to be useful. It's for joy.

Rumer Godden found in Power of Simple Living by Ellyn Sanna ~ Rumer Godden,
746:Guided by my heritage of a love of beauty and a respect for strength - in search of my mother's garden, I found my own. ~ Alice Walker,
747:I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display. ~ Michael Caine,
748:My extravagance is my garden - it's the first thing I look at every morning when I wake up. It gives me so much pleasure. ~ Ina Garten,
749:My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners. ~ Rumi,
750:Perhaps the dead forget their lives in the calm of the Garden of Heaven. Perhaps that forgetting is itself what Heaven is. ~ John Wray,
751:Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled. ~ John Steinbeck,
752:This was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to complete the picture. ~ Horace,
753:With you, I am Eve. And you are my beautiful Adam. Let's run away, find our garden, live there together, happy. Naked. ~ Ellen Hopkins,
754:Your thoughts are like the seeds you plant in your garden. Your beliefs are like the soil in which you plant these seeds. ~ Louise Hay,
755:A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars. ~ Victor Hugo,
756:I am better off with vegetables at the bottom of my garden than with all the fairies of the Midsummer Night's Dream. ~ Dorothy L Sayers,
757:I am the fonder of my garden for all the trouble it gives me, and the grudging reward that my unending labours exact. ~ Reginald Farrer,
758:I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness. ~ Andrew Marvell,
759:It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden. ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
760:It was the garden of a man who wanted to rule the world but couldn’t, and so had cut the world down to his own size. ~ Anthony Horowitz,
761:Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall. ~ Robert Frost,
762:Or do ye think that ye shall enter the Garden of Bliss without such trials as came to those who passed away before you? ~ Koran, 2:214,
763:She was just a simple, honest woman standing in the ruin of a late winter garden, waiting for the spring. “Catherine. ~ Robert Goolrick,
764:the best way to begin a story is to start with the first important or exciting incident and then fill in the background. ~ Nancy Garden,
765:The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again ~ Emily Bronte,
766:What could be said about me...a man to whom only his painting matters? And of course his garden and his flowers as well. ~ Claude Monet,
767:You cannot obtain wisdom by walking only in your own garden because wisdom requires knowing beyond your frontiers! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
768:Courtesy is the most precious of jewels. The beauty that is not perfected by courtesy is like a garden without a flower. ~ Buddhacharita,
769:Dead drunk and cold-sober, he wandered out into the garden in the cool of the evening, awaiting the coming of the Lord. ~ Peter De Vries,
770:Do not sit long with a sad friend. When you go to a garden do you look at the weeds? Spend more time with the roses and jasmines. ~ Rumi,
771:Do you want to flourish in the garden of life? Life's gardeners pluck the weeds and care only for the productive plants. ~ Bryant McGill,
772:Even the garden of Eden was just a big fancy cage...You'll be a slave the rest of your life unless you bite the apple. ~ Chuck Palahniuk,
773:Genius in a person was like weed that takes over the entire garden, that won't allow anything else to grow. (p. 251) ~ Rebecca Goldstein,
774:He made two or three peculiar observations; as when shewn the botanical garden, 'Is not EVERY garden a botanical garden? ~ James Boswell,
775:I am the call of love....
Can you hear me in the full grasses, in the scented winds ?
It is I who makes the garden smile. ~ Rumi,
776:People where you live grow five thousand roses in one garden...yet they don't find what they are looking for. ~ Antoine de Saint Exup ry,
777:The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
778:Well, as you can plainly see, the possibilities are endless like meandering paths in a great big beautiful garden. ~ William S Burroughs,
779:When the world shifts its focus on heart over mind, we will finally experience a beautiful global garden for our children. ~ Suzy Kassem,
780:A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors. ~ Charles Baudelaire,
781:A garden is to be a world unto itself, it had better make room for the darker shades of feeling as well as the sunny ones. ~ William Kent,
782:Garden of Evil. Over here, man, every sin’s real fresh and original.” (p80 Mitch Sanders in “How to Tell a True War Story”) ~ Tim O Brien,
783:Only the soul that is naked and unashamed, can be pure and innocent , even as Adam was in the primal garden of humanity . ~ Sri Aurobindo,
784:Then I truly feel like a living being in the middle of this garden of the dead, I'm most definitely alive in here. ~ Au ur Ava lafsd ttir,
785:Theres nothing more depressing than having everything and still feeling sad. We must learn to water our spiritual garden. ~ Janet Jackson,
786:The summer day had turned hot, and I was sweating by the time I reached Russel Street and turned again to Covent Garden. ~ Ashley Gardner,
787:What Tarquin the Proud said in his garden with the poppy blooms was understood by the son but not by the messenger. ~ Johann Georg Hamann,
788:...with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature. ~ P G Wodehouse,
789:2The woman said to the serpent, “We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, 3but God did say, ‘You must not eat fruit from ~ Anonymous,
790:He gave me a slice of honeycomb, and shooed me into the garden, where the raspberries snarled along the white gate. And ~ Jonathan Strahan,
791:His happiness was innate, but mine is not. Mine is a choice that I make, a garden that I tend to every single day. ~ Nora McInerny Purmort,
792:I’d mistakenly shown myself to be the kind of guy (test subject) who stood out in her garden wondering about her underwear. ~ Graham Parke,
793:My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own. ~ Edmond Rostand,
794:should be engraved on stone in the Prospect Garden itself – a lasting memorial to the precocious talent of her gifted family. ~ Cao Xueqin,
795:there was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden. I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down their ~ Arthur Conan Doyle,
796:Well, I don't use the toilet much to pee in. I almost always pee in the yard or the garden, because I like to pee on my estate. ~ Iggy Pop,
797:Why, this would make a man a man of salt,
To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Ay, and laying autumn’s dust. ~ William Shakespeare,
798:After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when ~ Anonymous,
799:Day and night, house and garden, a few books, a few actions, serve us as well as would all trades and all spectacles. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
800:Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose garden–T.S. ELIOT ~ Iona Grey,
801:God is a God who has not given up on His people. If He wanted to give up, He would have given up back in the Garden of Eden. ~ Kirk Cameron,
802:Hyacinth bean and papayas, long vines, deep roots. Palm trees outside the garden walls, with deep roots, stand a thousand years. ~ Lisa See,
803:I'm very happy at home. I love to just hang out with my daughter, I love to work in my garden. I'm not a gaping hole of need. ~ Uma Thurman,
804:Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? ~ Douglas Adams,
805:Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? ~ Douglas Adams,
806:Mulberry Garden, now the only place of refreshment about the town for persons of the best quality to be exceeding cheated at. ~ John Evelyn,
807:thence to the fruit-garden and greenhouses, where he asked her if she liked strawberries. "Yes," said Tess, "when they come. ~ Thomas Hardy,
808:vow to speak purely and lovingly. When my mouth is fragrant with right speech, a flower blooms in the garden of my heart. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
809:#WednesdayWisdomAnd don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
810:...when all the time it was that grand tree, taking up half the garden with its roots and not allowing anything else to grow. ~ Zadie Smith,
811:Beauty was worth
Its every sorrow, mind's fading or World's ending,
As darkness covered the garden that is the earth. ~ Hayden Carruth,
812:Falling in love with you in the Summer Garden in the white nights in Leningrad is the moment that propels me through life. ~ Paullina Simons,
813:Falling in love with you in the Summer Garden in the white nights of Leningrad is the moment that propels me through life. ~ Paullina Simons,
814:It's God's world. He washes you clean. He makes you whole. He puts rain in your garden and sunshine in your heart. "Clarence ~ James McBride,
815:Lavina loved the freedom and wildness in Sarah's garden, so unlike her mother's well- ordered, colour- coordinated beds. (53) ~ Shani Mootoo,
816:Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same. ~ Helen Keller,
817:Some men think that the globe is a sponge that God puts into their hands to squeeze for their own garden or flower-pot. ~ Henry Ward Beecher,
818:There will always be people who will be there to plant negative seeds in your garden, if you make yourself available for that ~ Sherry Argov,
819:We've got a wood-burning pizza oven in the garden - a luxury, I know, but it's one of the best investments I've ever made. ~ Gwyneth Paltrow,
820:When God created the Garden of Eden,
She didn’t use synthetic fertilizers, pesticides, herbicides and GMO apples. ~ Khang Kijarro Nguyen,
821:Your mind is a walled garden, even death cannot touch the flowers blooming there.
   ~ Jonathan Nolan & Lisa Joy, Westworld, Ford to Dolores,
822:And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love') ~ William Blake,
823:Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with beauty of sunset, with the quiet of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage. ~ Thomas Kinkade,
824:Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? ~ Richard Dawkins,
825:It is the garden of peace you seek, but it is not a tangible place that exists in the world — it is within. Go there, within. ~ Bryant McGill,
826:It’s disturbing how fast weeds take root in my garden of worthiness. They’re so hard to pull. And grow back so easily. ~ Wendelin Van Draanen,
827:I was eating a massive omelette that had about six eggs, half a garden's worth of vegetables, and somehow both bacon and ham. ~ Dennis Liggio,
828:Memory plays tricks. People think of it as a filing cabinet, but it’s more like a garden. Things left there change and grow. ~ Lexi Revellian,
829:There will always be people who will be there to plant negative seeds in your garden, if you make yourself available for that. ~ Sherry Argov,
830:The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling. ~ Heinrich Heine,
831:We are each called to go through life reclaiming the planet an inch at a time until the Garden of Eden grows green again. ~ Joan D Chittister,
832:Whoever you are and wherever you come from, you grew into your present shape and form in the garden of your early childhood. ~ A S A Harrison,
833:And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden. ~ Rudyard Kipling,
834:For as long as there are men and women, some things in life will best be done arm in arm, and strolling in a flower garden is one. ~ Ivan Doig,
835:I don't know anything about American history or presidents. I don't know what tailgating is! I've never been to an Olive Garden! ~ Emma Watson,
836:I hate roses. Don't you? It's all right if you can hide them in a cutting garden, but I think a rose garden is the height of ick. ~ Cy Twombly,
837:I’m not saying I have feelings that affect my pink taco, but I’m telling you my lady garden smells like rose petals and rainbows. ~ Celia Kyle,
838:The camera has its own kind of consciousness; in the lens the Garden of Eden itself would become ever so slightly too perfect. ~ Arthur Miller,
839:The Zen master walks in his garden, alone. There is no traffic there. There is no shopping there. There are only the flowers. ~ Frederick Lenz,
840:This earth is a garden, this life a banquet, and it's time we realized that it was given to all life, animal and man, to enjoy. ~ Tom Brown Jr,
841:Thus up from the garden to the Gardener, from the sword to the Smith. To the life-giving Life and the Beauty that makes beautiful. ~ C S Lewis,
842:Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day. ~ Emily Dickinson,
843:We don't live in the Garden. We live far from Eden. Every life is full of heartaches. Every life, frankly, is unspeakably sad. ~ John Eldredge,
844:when Norma flowered in our garden I became a weed, allowed to exist only where I would not be seen, in corners and dark places. ~ Daniel Keyes,
845:When we walk, we naturally go to the fields and woods: what would become of us, if we walked only in a garden or a mall? ~ Henry David Thoreau,
846:You are exactly like a lunatic who should walk in the garden in the pouring rain and hold up an umbrella while he watered a plant. ~ Anonymous,
847:Father has killed before, certainly, but never so crudely or so close to home. Don't bleed in your own garden, he would say. ~ Victoria Aveyard,
848:He didn't know how love managed to be a garden one moment and war the next. He was at war now, his loyalty tested at every turn. ~ Paula McLain,
849:I called it the garden room because it had a white wooden bed, pale green carpet, and wallpaper decorated with vines and flowers. ~ Mary Simses,
850:I frowned, wondering if Trent would mind being the size of a fairy for a day. He could talk to the newest tenants in his garden. ~ Kim Harrison,
851:I hate this idea that boys are thinking about sex nonstop and girls are thinking about - what? Stationery and garden gnomes? No. ~ Julie Murphy,
852:Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? All ~ Douglas Adams,
853:Life is a garden, not a road. We enter and exit through the same gate. Wandering, where we go matters less than what we notice. ~ Kurt Vonnegut,
854:So how would I do it again if I were to cater for the children in the garden rather than merely tolerate them? I would make places. ~ Monty Don,
855:The floating pollen seemed to be his notes made visible, and the dampness of the garden the weeping of the garden's sensibility. ~ Thomas Hardy,
856:The garden of Dr. Harden was full of sunshine and bosomed with Japanese magnolia trees dropping pink tears over the grass. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
857:The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four–the years turn dry as leaves. ~ James Salter,
858:We are like every single plant and stone and view in the garden, I thought, the distance between one another carefully measured. ~ Tan Twan Eng,
859:Alas, love turns the human heart into a mildewed garden, a lush and shameless garden in which grow mysterious, obscene toadstools. ~ Knut Hamsun,
860:Do you know why I stopped being Delight, my brother? I do. There are things not in your book. There are paths outside this garden. ~ Neil Gaiman,
861:He was beginning to see her as a locked garden that he could sneak into and sit in for days, tearing the heads off the flowers. ~ Mary Gaitskill,
862:I do have a bit of a garden, and I'd love a hovercraft to get around it - one of the big four-seater ones with the fan on the back. ~ Tom Felton,
863:Like the garlic mustard in my garden and the roses on my fence, love has a funny way of blooming after years of being buried. ~ Sarah Strohmeyer,
864:Look, Samuel, I mean to make a garden of my land. Remember my name is Adam. So far I’ve had no Eden, let alone been driven out. ~ John Steinbeck,
865:Man is a continent, but his conscious mind is no larger than a back garden…man consists almost entirely of unrealized potentials. ~ Colin Wilson,
866:My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own. ~ Edmond Rostand,
867:Pride, anger and hatred are fruits from the same garden that poison the world when ripe. A leader cultivates no such fruits. ~ Israelmore Ayivor,
868:The garden looks wonderful, Mama," I would always say when we arrived back at the house.
"It's chaos, darling."
"I like chaos. ~ Eva Rice,
869:There is a little plant called reverence in the corner of my soul's garden, which I love to have watered once a week. ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr,
870:The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves. ~ James Salter,
871:When I was a really young child, I felt like I could see fairies. I was convinced there were fairies in my grandmother's garden. ~ Noel Fielding,
872:142Did you think you would enter the Garden without God first proving which of you would struggle for His cause and remain steadfast? ~ Anonymous,
873:Because Garden cannot survive one-nineteenth slave and eighteen-nineteenths free. A house divided against itself cannot stand! ~ Orson Scott Card,
874:Blood for the garden, young David,” she said in that smoky, patronizing blackbird voice of hers. “We always need blood for the garden. ~ S A Hunt,
875:How’s the couch work for you?” she said. “I don’t care if we do it on a bed of nails at half court at Madison Square Garden.” They ~ Harlan Coben,
876:I have found, after a good deal of consideration, that the best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for Him here. ~ George Bernard Shaw,
877:In Garden Party or 40 Days and 40 Nights, I played characters who people dont necessarily like; I just find some humanity in them. ~ Vinessa Shaw,
878:Success comes from keeping the ears open and the mouth closed” and “A man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds. ~ Ron Chernow,
879:The Garden of Eden, no doubt, looked fair before man was, but I always think that it must have been fairer when Eve adorned it. ~ H Rider Haggard,
880:There is something of the same pleasure in noticing the hues of the stars that there is in looking at a flower garden in autumn. ~ Maria Mitchell,
881:The terrace and the whole place, the lawn and the garden beyond it, all I could see of the park, were empty with a great emptiness. ~ Henry James,
882:We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today ~ Dale Carnegie,
883:You have planted many seeds in the garden of possibilities. Meditation is the art removing the weeds from the garden of possibilities. ~ Amit Ray,
884:Enchanted education and living are all about small surprises of happy—scattered, littered, peppered throughout garden-variety days. ~ Julie Bogart,
885:However we choose to think of the social body, we are each other's environment. Immunity is a shared space--a garden we tend together. ~ Eula Biss,
886:It's pre-photography, a fossilization of time, Americans have done the Zen garden to death. I wanted to do something different. ~ Hiroshi Sugimoto,
887:It was a garden of abundance and decay: the tomatoes were too ripe, the marijuana too strong, woodlice were hiding under everything. ~ Zadie Smith,
888:I was born in a suburb of Paris, and I grew up there until I was 16, so there were always a lot of barbecues, a garden, friends. ~ Vanessa Paradis,
889:My heart rushes into the garden,
joyfully tasting all the delights.
But reason frowns, disapproving
of the heart's bad manners. ~ Rumi,
890:Oh," she said, putting her hand to her throat -- it was a suprisingly long, slender hand, in contrast to the roundness of her face. ~ Nancy Garden,
891:She looked at me in a troubled sort of way, the way I look today at people who rave about the food at Applebee’s or the Olive Garden. ~ Wade Rouse,
892:To counter-balance the natural humility of motherhood, I garden ... In the garden, more than any place, I really feel successful. ~ Glenda Jackson,
893:It's disturbing how fast weeds take root in my garden of worthiness.
They're so hard to pull.
And grow back so easily. ~ Wendelin Van Draanen,
894:I want lots of kids and I want a garden and I hope to stay married to my husband. I hope to be working in some way that fulfills me. ~ Jemima Kirke,
895:I will admit you are the finest if not the loveliest rose in the garden. But you see, my dear, I was looking for a sunflower. ~ Richelle E Goodrich,
896:think of those flowers you plant in the garden each year they will teach you that people too must wilt fall root rise in order to bloom ~ Rupi Kaur,
897:This is really why I made my daughters learn to garden—so they would always have a mother to love them, long after I am gone. ~ Robin Wall Kimmerer,
898:For me, a garden is peace of mind. It immediately takes my mind off the thing I'm puzzling about in my work and gives me repose. ~ Henry Louis Gates,
899:Mistletoe," said Kian, leading me to a spot in the center of the garden. He kissed me softly. "I hear it means something in your world. ~ Kailin Gow,
900:The 1st day, I stood in the kitchen leaning against the counter watching Annie feed the cats, and I knew I wanted to do that forever. ~ Nancy Garden,
901:the great white sharks with their rough, pale sides, the killer whales striped in black and white like an Edwardian garden chaise. ~ Cassandra Clare,
902:We all love being outdoors. Grandma was in her garden or fishing; Mama loves to fish and I love to be outside. We all love the Lord. ~ Reba McEntire,
903:A stone in the prettiest, best-kept garden hid things one was better off not knowing—best for everyone not to lift that stone at all. ~ Cat Sebastian,
904:In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace. ~ Aberjhani,
905:I play with my grandchildren. I tend to my garden, which I love. Of course, I love to read, and family is really what it's all about. ~ Julie Andrews,
906:Love would never b a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with a light of faith, water of sincerity, and an art of passion. ~ Jack Canfield,
907:Man was exiled from the Garden for eating a single fruit, and now you propose to uproot the whole tree without the angels noticing. ~ G Willow Wilson,
908:Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And marigolds all in a row. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
909:While drinking, while talking, while writing, while watering our garden, it's always possible to practice living in the here and the now. ~ Nhat Hanh,
910:With your permission and cooperation, God will work the soil of your heart, and your life will become a lovely garden for him. ~ Linda Evans Shepherd,
911:Let death take me planting my cabbages, indifferent to him, and still less of my garden not being finished. (tr. Charles Cotton) ~ Michel de Montaigne,
912:Life is a child playing round your feet, a tool you hold firmly in your grip, a bench you sit down upon in the evening, in your garden. ~ Jean Anouilh,
913:The Country is both the Philosopher's Garden and his Library, in which he Reads and Contemplates the Power, Wisdom and Goodness of God. ~ William Penn,
914:The Greatest Generation got to save old tires, dig a Victory Garden and forgo sugar. The Richest Generation is being asked to shop. ~ Margaret Carlson,
915:This garden is your life. Of course, there are the occasional weeds—but more than anything, this garden is filled with so much life! ~ Seth Adam Smith,
916:between 1789 and 1791, France basked in some sort of liberal pleasure garden before the erection of the guillotine is a complete fantasy. ~ Ron Chernow,
917:He has a superb groin. A silky pouch. A secret garden. The groin of a sire. I once saw just such a creamy, velvet groin on a male antelope. ~ Anonymous,
918:What did garden-parties and baskets and lace frocks matter to him? He was far from all those things. He was wonderful, beautiful. ~ Katherine Mansfield,
919:As for the garden of mint, the very smell of it alone recovers and refreshes our spirits, as the taste stirs up our appetite for meat. ~ Pliny the Elder,
920:For fountains, they are a Great Beauty and Refreshment, but Pools mar all, and make the Garden unwholesome, and full of Flies and Frogs. ~ Francis Bacon,
921:I’m not the kind of person who tries to explain a thing that has no explanation so I went to the garden and I pulled things out of it, ~ Catherine Lacey,
922:Its about cherishing the woodland at the bottom of your garden or the stream that runs through it. It affects every aspect of life. ~ David Attenborough,
923:our first responsibility is to remove the weeds from our own garden. We must take the high road ourselves before exhorting others to do so. ~ Alan Cohen,
924:The lesson I have thoroughly learnt, and wish to pass on to others, is to know the enduring happiness that the love of a garden gives. ~ Gertrude Jekyll,
925:The pond garden is an intricate phenomenon coalescing the intent and will of various people of influence living at various times. ~ Norris Brock Johnson,
926:This started when I fell into the Spiral Garden, a body made of sparks, and now it ends at the Bowl of Bones. I'll leave as a corpse. ~ Victoria Aveyard,
927:Where the pond's an open secret, where apple-trees whisper of waves, where the garden hanging on piles, holds the sky before its face. ~ Boris Pasternak,
928:Yet the wonder of it all is that, while engaged in a seemingly endless struggle, the Israelis have managed to turn a desert into a garden. ~ George Ball,
929:You can spend your whole life traveling around the world searching for the Garden of Eden, or you can create it in your backyard. ~ Khang Kijarro Nguyen,
930:church of the new creation is more like wildflowers strewn across an alpine meadow than a walled garden with manicured hedges. I realize ~ Wayne Jacobsen,
931:For all its prestige, its fabulous views, its indoor pool, and its lovely garden, 24 Sussex is more like an old hotel than a modern home. ~ Jean Chretien,
932:However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
933:I asked Dr. Davis if Just Us could have a roundtable discussion at Williamson like they do at Garden High. He said he didn’t see the need. ~ Angie Thomas,
934:In the garden of dreams, there are many great seeds of possibilities waiting to sprout - looking for your attention - the water and the light. ~ Amit Ray,
935:Little by little, even with other cares, the slowly but surely working poison of the garden-mania begins to stir in my long-sluggish veins. ~ Henry James,
936:She just wants to build a garden and water it and have everything grow and everything stay alive and she does not want to feel besieged ~ Gabriel Tallent,
937:What brilliant criminals the Leader and his crowd are. They kidnap the nation by seizing our children.

From The Garden of Beasts. ~ Jeffery Deaver,
938:When those who have the title of shepherd play the part of wolves,” said Lothar of Saxony, “heresy grows in the garden of the Church. ~ Barbara W Tuchman,
939:All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it. ~ Heinrich Heine,
940:An idle, wandering mind is not the devil’s playground, as the Puritans believed, but a garden of rejuvenation, growth, and contemplation. ~ Ricardo Semler,
941:If you don't drink 56 bottles of water a week, scientists say you should take a garden hose at the end of the week and shove it up your ass. ~ Lewis Black,
942:I play around with my Japanese Garden. Since Im half way to 70 today I need to start pruning trees and sharpening plants like an old fart. ~ Jason Bateman,
943:Sadly, one of the few places where bumblebees generally won’t settle is in the bumblebee nest boxes widely sold in garden centres. Whatever ~ Dave Goulson,
944:The first one that I went to with my friends was with my buddy Michael - and we actually cut class to get tickets - was INXS at the Garden. ~ Adam Richman,
945:A book,” says Vandos of Ur-Amakir, “is a fortress, a place of weeping, the key to a desert, a river that has no bridge, a garden of spears. ~ Sofia Samatar,
946:It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
947:My dwelling is but a rustic cottage, but still I should like you to see, at least, the pretty mountain streamlet which waters my garden. ~ Murasaki Shikibu,
948:She abandoned the garden, and the mums and asters that had trusted her to see them through to the first frost hung their waterlogged heads. ~ Nicole Krauss,
949:We have all been expelled from the Garden, but the ones who suffer most in exile are those who are still permitted to dream of perfection. ~ Stanley Kunitz,
950:about things you merely like? Would you rather learn how to plant a garden, work with friends to paint a house, or just have a great day with ~ Barbara Sher,
951:And make us as Newton was, who in his garden watching The apple falling towards England, became aware Between himself and her of an eternal tie. ~ W H Auden,
952:And my wildly troubled love for you, which labored gently in the garden all through June, then tore the flowers up with its fists in July. ~ Laura Kasischke,
953:Britain cherishes her eccentrics and wisely holds that the function of government is to build a walled garden in which anarchy can flourish. ~ Quentin Crisp,
954:I did a concert at five years old in the garden of one of the church members, and we raised some money to buy a new piano in our little church. ~ Al Jarreau,
955:In the Garden of Eden Adam saw the animals before he named them: in the traditional system, children named the animals before they saw them.1 ~ Alan W Watts,
956:Man, destiny sucked ass. It just had to barge in and piss all over everyone’s rose garden. And now it was taking a shit in the other flower beds. ~ J R Ward,
957:My first job ever was working a ski lift when I was 16. I also worked at a garden center, which I loved. I did that for two and a half years. ~ Sara Canning,
958:Taste every fruit of every tree in the garden at least once. It is an insult to creation not to experience it fully. Temperance is wickedness. ~ Stephen Fry,
959:And the English soul, if it resided anywhere, was surely in some unheroic back garden—a patch of lawn, a bed of roses, a row of runner beans. ~ Kate Atkinson,
960:As the Persian mystic Rumi instructs us, “When you go to a garden, do you look at thorns or flowers? Spend more time with roses and jasmine. ~ Jack Kornfield,
961:Children are a gift from the Lord, Jashub, but not essential to a union. The love between husband and wife was God's first gift in the garden. ~ Mesu Andrews,
962:fall in love with a duke who’s pretending to be a peasant and let him plant his royal spade in the fertile soil of my humble lady garden all ~ Melanie Harlow,
963:I see now that when Norma flowered in our garden I became a weed, allowed to exist only where I would not be seen, in corners and dark places. ~ Daniel Keyes,
964:O Lower self, which is better, the Garden of eternity or a glimpse of this world's unlawful bounty and its wretched, fleeting rubbish? ~ Abu Hamid al-Ghazali,
965:That was the wonderful thing about Ramanujan. He discovered so much, and yet he left so much more in his garden for other people to discover. ~ Freeman Dyson,
966:The work of a correct and regular writer is a garden accurately formed and diligently planted, varied with shades, and scented with flowers. ~ Samuel Johnson,
967:We played every bar, party, pub, hotel lounge, church hall, mining town - places that made Mad Max territory look like a Japanese garden. ~ Michael Hutchence,
968:we shall never again hear the laughter of our friend, that this garden is forever locked against us. And at that moment begins our true grief. ~ Lauren Groff,
969:We will this year gather celestial fruits on earthly ground, where faith and hope have made the desert like the garden of the Lord. ~ Charles Haddon Spurgeon,
970:For any scientist the real challenge is not to stay within the secure garden of the known but to venture out into the wilds of the unknown. ~ Marcus du Sautoy,
971:I should just build a bleeding house here," I mutter as I pick myself up off the snow-covered ground. "Maybe get a few chickens. Plant a garden. ~ Sabaa Tahir,
972:I think of my studio as a vegetable garden, where things follow their natural course. They grow, they ripen. You have to graft. You have to water. ~ Joan Miro,
973:I've got an image of me at the bottom of my garden sitting under my silver birch tree reading, while everyone else had gone somewhere exotic. ~ Geri Halliwell,
974:i was his secret until i wasn’t
alive until not. outside our closet

i found a garden. he would love it
here. he could love me here. ~ Danez Smith,
975:Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With Silver Bells, and Cockle Shells,
And marigolds all in a row. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
976:Ms. Widmer smiled lovingly at Ms. Stevenson. “The important thing is,” she said, “that we got through that time, too, and we’re still together. ~ Nancy Garden,
977:so i sneak out to the garden to see you, we keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew, so close your eyes, escape this town for a little while. ~ Taylor Swift,
978:The heavens are now seen to resemble a luxuriant garden, which contains the greatest variety of productions, in different flourishing beds. ~ William Herschel,
979:You can be a flower in somebody's garden or a pig or the sunshine or a crow or a nightingale! Be something nice in someone else's garden. ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
980:A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness; it teaches industry and thrift; above all it teaches entire trust. ~ Gertrude Jekyll,
981:As a kid, I used to run around our garden waving a stick and pretending to be a million different people. That's why I became an actor, really. ~ Douglas Booth,
982:As I write, snow is falling outside my Maine window, and indoors all around me half a hundred garden catalogues are in bloom. ~ Katharine Sergeant Angell White,
983:Can you tell the story of redemption in one sentence? Sin has driven us out of the garden, but grace drives us right into the Father’s arms. ~ Paul David Tripp,
984:Ere Babylon was dust, The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, Met his own image walking in the garden, That apparition, sole of men, he saw. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
985:It's like a garden: Whatever you water the most will do the best. At some point, you decide whether you'll water your career or your relationship more. ~ Jewel,
986:[On the Netherlands:] There is not a richer or more carefully tilled garden spot in the whole world than this leaky, springy little country. ~ Mary Mapes Dodge,
987:Whether I be in the temple or in the balcony, in the camp or the flower garden, I tell you truly that every moment my Lord is taking His delight in me. ~ Kabir,
988:Yes! If you really love your beautiful garden of dreams, you will never allow any hungry beast to have its way in. Keep dream killers away! ~ Israelmore Ayivor,
989:A miraculous healing awaits this planet once we accept our new responsibility to collectively tend the Garden, rather than fight over the turf. ~ Bruce H Lipton,
990:He’d helped us build a garden in our backyard and I’d forced him to watch a season of The Bachelor with me. (“ Why does he not just buy more roses?”) ~ R S Grey,
991:I am Valentino Rossi. If I stay in MotoGP it is to try to win. When that is not possible it is time to stay at home and work in the garden! ~ Valentino Garavani,
992:I honestly believe that everything I know about the writing of non-fiction (or writing) could be engraved on the head of a pin with a garden hoe. ~ M F K Fisher,
993:She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees. ~ Lynn Kurland,
994:Sins are like chains and locks preventing their perpetrator from roaming the vast garden of Tawheed and reaping the fruits of righteous actions. ~ Ibn Taymiyyah,
995:We've been doing something every year. We had a rock concert a few years ago to benefit the Garden of Dreams. And then we had the mask event. ~ Henrik Lundqvist,
996:Adam hid in the Garden of Eden. Moses tried to substitute his brother. Jonah jumped a boat and was swallowed by a whale. Man likes to run from God. ~ Mitch Albom,
997:And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who only loved trim lawns. And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery. ~ Antoine de Saint Exupery,
998:And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who only loved trim lawns. And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery. ~ Antoine de Saint Exup ry,
999:But what really is immorality? And what does helping someone really mean? Helping them to be like everyone else, or helping them to be themselves? ~ Nancy Garden,
1000:If a nation is leaving democracy and choosing fascism, it means that it is taking itself from a peaceful garden to a bloody slaughter house! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1001:If you're at a loss for friends, you can always grow a garden. Something beautiful and blooming might be solace for your soul." -H.W. Marsworth ~ Sheila O Connor,
1002:Like the two trees in our garden that had grown side by side, their trunks intertwining over the decades to accommodate and support one another. ~ John O Farrell,
1003:My mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden. ~ Alice Hoffman,
1004:Realism absorbs the ideal by adding a few small imperfections. Example: it paints a few specks of mud on the white gown of the Lady in the Garden. ~ Mason Cooley,
1005:Sometimes giving up feels like the easiest thing to do.
But then the easiest thing has never produced more than a garden full of weeds. ~ Richelle E Goodrich,
1006:The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul. ~ Alfred Austin,
1007:I could be the little match girl and strike my illusions against the wall, lost in the warmth until the glow faded and left me back in the Garden. ~ Dot Hutchison,
1008:I encourage him to be in his garden as often as possible. Then he has to walk to Rosings nearly every day. ... I admit I encourage him in that also. ~ Jane Austen,
1009:In order to comprehend the beauty of a Japanese garden, it is necessary to understand - or at least to learn to understand - the beauty of stone. ~ Lafcadio Hearn,
1010:In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love. ~ Rumi,
1011:Oh, now, Ria, you malign me. I'm as honest as a rose garden is beautiful."

"And as full of dung," replied Sophronia without missing a beat. ~ Gail Carriger,
1012:Pensive chest nut tree in tavern garden.
The damp bells have grown silent.
A young lad sings by the stream
- Fire seeking out darkness - ~ Georg Trakl,
1013:The garden of #love is green w/o limit & yields many fruits other than sorrow & #joy. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi #JoyTrain RT @VegyPower,
1014:The garden where you sit
Has never a need of flowers,
For you are the blossoms
And only a fool or the blind
Would fail to know it ~ Louis de Berni res,
1015:At night the Garden was a place of shadows and moonlight, where you could more clearly hear all the illusions that went into making it what it was. ~ Dot Hutchison,
1016:Different languages, different food, different customs. That's our neighborhood: wild and tangled and colorful. Like the best kind of garden. ~ Katherine Applegate,
1017:Every garden-maker should be an artist along his own lines. That is the only possible way to create a garden, irrespective of size or wealth. ~ Vita Sackville West,
1018:Gardeners instinctively know that flowers and plants are a continuum and that the wheel of garden history will always be coming full circle. ~ Francis Cabot Lowell,
1019:I love planting. I love digging holes, putting plants in, tapping them in. And I love weeding, but I don't like tidying up the garden afterwards. ~ Jamaica Kincaid,
1020:Nanny Ogg was sitting out in her back garden in the no-nonsense way of old ladies everywhere, legs wide apart for the healthy circulation of air. ~ Terry Pratchett,
1021:That simple beauty was still bearable barely, and that if I lived moment to moment, garden to stove to the simple act of flying, I could have peace. ~ Peter Heller,
1022:Tomorrow morning, he decided, I'll begin clearing away the sand of fifty thousand centuries for my first vegetable garden. That's the initial step. ~ Philip K Dick,
1023:when man was put into the garden of eden, he was put there with the idea that he should work the land; and this proves that man was not born to be idle. ~ Voltaire,
1024:A garden is a perpetual experiment. It may evoke, but it can rarely memorialize, at least in the sense of imitation. Gardens are as original as people. ~ May Sarton,
1025:Antecipation lifted within her like the fragance of a garden under the rain. She sat at the piano, touching the keys. "Ready?"
He smiled. "Play. ~ Marie Rutkoski,
1026:Eden is within you; it is your life's garden. It is from this internal garden that you experience your external life. If you see weeds, pluck them! ~ Steve Maraboli,
1027:From inboxes congested with years’ worth of emails to thousands of unused computer files, your digital clutter can grow like untended weeds in a garden. ~ S J Scott,
1028:I cry when I work in the garden, because the Sun, the rain, the wind and the Earth all work together to make us food and flowers. It just blows me away. ~ Robin Lim,
1029:It is a source of happiness to see the elderly working in their garden or looking from their windows! It is so good to see them alive and well! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1030:I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, 'Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.' ~ Jim Carrey,
1031:I will go where I will go
And I will jettison all dead weight
And I will use these words for kindling
And I will sleep by the garden gate. ~ John Darnielle,
1032:Mottled light swept the garden, creating an
illusion of movement. The air rippled, on the edge of hearing, with the bittersweet song of a wingen. ~ Janalyn Voigt,
1033:Once there was a girl named Riley, the story began. Her heart was a secret garden, its stone walls cracked and weathered. And it was hungry. p160 ~ Scott Westerfeld,
1034:[She was] a strange butterfly which had flown across his garden and which his eyes had continued to follow long after it had disappeared from sight. ~ Theodor Storm,
1035:What is God after all?
   An eternal child
   playing an eternal game
   in an eternal garden.
   ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays In Philosophy And Yoga, Thoughts And Glimpses,
1036:you are a bouquet crafted by artisans you are a garden inspired by Eden not one leaf is set by way of accident not one petal curves by way of chance ~ Shelby Eileen,
1037:You know the sultans used to light their garden parties with turtles? They'd put candles on their backs and let them wander around. Hundreds of them. ~ Joseph Kanon,
1038:I did it—I who should have known better. I persuaded Reginald to go to the McKillops’ garden-party against his will.

We all make mistakes occasionally. ~ Saki,
1039:It can be a fascinating game, noticing how any person with vitality and vigor will have a little splash of red in a costume, in a room, or in a garden. ~ Edgar Cayce,
1040:Let us choose the rudest, roughest, most uncultivable spot, for Death's garden ground; and Death shall teach us to beautify it, grave by grave. ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne,
1041:She would drink until the trembling stopped. Then she would wilt over the piano like one of Celia's spinaches when Tam Lin forgot to water the garden. ~ Nancy Farmer,
1042:After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her. ~ Mark Twain,
1043:All of this weakened the G.O.P.’s foundation and opened the way for an invasive species such as Donald Trump to make deep inroads into its garden. ~ Thomas L Friedman,
1044:And is this all?" cried Elizabeth. "I expected at least that the pigs were got into the garden, and here is nothing but Lady Catherine and her daughter. ~ Jane Austen,
1045:As I walked into the garden, I nodded at my brother. A difficult childhood is like an invisible enemy, I thought. You never know when it will strike. ~ Benedict Wells,
1046:Does not this comprehend all, in fact? and what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to walk, and immensity in which to dream. At ~ Victor Hugo,
1047:For a garden is a mistress, and gardening is a blend of all the arts, and if it is not the death of me, sooner or later, I shall be much surprised. ~ Beverley Nichols,
1048:I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
1049:My mind is not like a neat and tidy garden; it is a vast and untidy wilderness, full of irrelevancies, but with lots of places to wander and get lost. ~ Roopa Farooki,
1050:No, I'm putting it away, trying to buy a house for my family. The goal is to use the money to move into a big house, so my daughter can have a garden. ~ Ewan McGregor,
1051:Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless ~ Lewis Carroll,
1052:Somehow this garden put her at ease and helped her be patient for the unraveling of the story she was somehow a part of, even if only in a small way. They ~ S D Smith,
1053:Some stalkers are quite benign, but finding someone in your garden at three o’clock in the morning with a meat cleaver and a hard-on can’t be much fun. ~ Daniel Craig,
1054:Suddenly it seemed as if he might a sort of wood fairy who might be gone when she came into the garden again. He seemed too good to be true. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
1055:That's why there are ten gates to pass through before you reach the garden. If life were easy there would be one gate. There would be no gates at all. ~ Alice Hoffman,
1056:We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves. ~ Leonora Carrington,
1057:When someone walks into my room and goes 'wow' at my record collection, at that moment I could actually hate music and just want to go sit in the garden. ~ Erol Alkan,
1058:At the age of twelve I was finding the world too small: it appeared to me like a dull, trim back garden, in which only trivial games could be played. ~ Elizabeth Bowen,
1059:Birds are flying over the garden. What are you doing inside the house? Join them! If you can’t join them, at least open the window and greet them! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1060:But evil has been around since the Garden of Eden, and God's plan for victory was designed before the world began. The Bible tells us to fear no evil. ~ David Jeremiah,
1061:Children are like buds in a garden and should be carefully and lovingly nurtured, as they are the future of the nation and the citizens of tomorrow. ~ Jawaharlal Nehru,
1062:Disappointments are like weeds in the garden. You can let them grow and take over your life, or you can rout them out and let the flowers sprout. ~ Wanda E Brunstetter,
1063:If you treat what you value most in life more like a garden and less like a vending machine, you’ll probably be happier. (from You Oughta Know By Now) ~ Brian P Cleary,
1064:I have a little gypsy palace here in New York. It's all mirrors, and I have my own garden. It's so secluded - the closest thing to a caravan I could find! ~ Neon Hitch,
1065:I remember when the Egyptian ambassador to the United States stood in the Rose Garden and pledged Arab commitment to removing Saddam Hussein from Kuwait. ~ John Kasich,
1066:My dad got me a chemistry book one Christmas and I burnt the garden shed down. I remember there was the most beautiful smell forever after in the remains. ~ Beth Orton,
1067:The girl was a walking garden. Flowers and vines had sprouted from within her very flesh, and were looped through hundreds of buttonholes and slits made in ~ Lia Habel,
1068:You have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden and finding it still daylight. ~ Virginia Woolf,
1069:A man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples, And grow a fair amount of nettles. ~ Czeslaw Milosz,
1070:And now to one side Gorgythion drooped his head and heavy helmet; He let it fall over like the bloom of a garden poppy, heavy with seed and the rains of spring. ~ Homer,
1071:Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins? ~ Nancy Garden,
1072:He doesn't say goodbye," Inej said. She kept her eyes on the lights of the canal. Somewhere in the garden, a night bird began to sing. "He just lets go. ~ Leigh Bardugo,
1073:If given my druthers I’d like to be a charming, happy-go-lucky Seven like Stephen Colbert, but I’m a garden-variety “Bob Dylan” Four minus the talent. ~ Ian Morgan Cron,
1074:It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight. ~ Khalil Gibran,
1075:It was not the sun, but the moonlight that shimmered in the garden, edging the leaves with silver and touching the outlines of the statuary figures. ~ Diane Setterfield,
1076:I was a tomboy running around in the garden. I used to play on a local cricket team. I grew up with all boy cousins, for the most part, and my brother. ~ Felicity Jones,
1077:People’s souls are like gardens. You can’t turn your back on someone because his garden’s full of weeds. You have to give him water and lots of sunshine. ~ Nancy Farmer,
1078:That intermediate manifestation of the divine process which we call the DNA code has spent the last 2 billion years making this planet a Garden of Eden. ~ Timothy Leary,
1079:Yeah, go ahead and get the forbidden garden comment out of your system. And no matter what witty snake joke you're considering? Trust me, I've heard it. ~ Leah Clifford,
1080:As Eden was the Paradise of Creation, Mary is the Paradise of the Incarnation, and in her as a Garden were celebrated the first nuptials of God and man. ~ Fulton J Sheen,
1081:Everything in the garden is dying, that’s what time of year it is. The leaves blaze and desiccate in their dying before twisting to the ground as ash. ~ Colson Whitehead,
1082:I slunk off in direction of the cocktail table - the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
1083:Life is given to you like a flat piece of land and everything has to be done. I hope that when I'm finished, my piece of land will be a beautiful garden. ~ Jeanne Moreau,
1084:No one since the Garden of Eden - which the serpent forsook in order to run for higher office - has imputed to politicians great purity of motive. ~ William F Buckley Jr,
1085:Paradise is precarious. Just one little thing …” He mimes a little shove. “Can push it into imbalance. It didn’t take much to screw up the Garden of Eden. ~ Chuck Wendig,
1086:The garden of the world has no limits Except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars With more clarity Than the polished mirror of your heart. ~ Rumi,
1087:The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than the polished mirror of your heart. ~ Rumi,
1088:The great challenge for the garden designer is not to make the garden look natural, but to make the garden so that the people in it will feel natural. ~ Lawrence Halprin,
1089:When I'm writing, I think about the garden, and when I'm in the garden I think about writing. I do a lot of writing by putting something in the ground. ~ Jamaica Kincaid,
1090:Adam was not alone in the Garden of Eden, however, and does not deserve all the credit; much is due to Eve, the first woman, and Satan, the first consultant. ~ Mark Twain,
1091:But preserve your mistrust of the page, for a book is a fortress, a place of weeping, the key to a desert, a river that has no bridge, a garden of spears. ~ Sofia Samatar,
1092:Elton wanted a garden. They were building all afternoon while we were rehearsing. And then they built a fountain for Elton. And he said, I was only joking! ~ Maurice Gibb,
1093:Foolish boy,” she’d said quietly as the two of them stood in the midst of the eerily blooming rose garden. “Now he will never have a chance to gain wisdom. ~ Nalini Singh,
1094:I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden. ~ Hafez,
1095:If you really want to write, then shut yourself in a room, close the door, and WRITE. If you don't want to write, do something else. It's as simple as that. ~ Mary Garden,
1096:It looked like a broken finger, a right hand turn sign, an Allen wrench, a drunk pencil, a worm with a broken neck, a damn garden hoe.  It was not a penis. ~ Meghan Quinn,
1097:Men in your planet”, said the little prince, “cultivate five thousand roses in the same garden… and they do not find what they are looking for. ~ Antoine de Saint Exup ry,
1098:my garden

in the sun and in the rain
and in the day and in the night

pain is a flower
pain is flowers

blooming all the time. ~ Charles Bukowski,
1099:The life of prayer is so great and various there is something in it for everyone. It is like a garden which grows everything, from alpines to potatoes. ~ Evelyn Underhill,
1100:This man obviously contained some sort of catalytic converter that rendered the filth of his language as natural and inoffensive as dirt in a garden. ~ David James Duncan,
1101:We are here because there are things that need our help. Like the planet. Like each other. Like animals. The world is like a garden, and we are its protectors. ~ B B King,
1102:Why do you want to marry me?"
"Because I want this adventure we're on to continue. Because you fill my heart. Because I want you to have that garden. ~ Beverly Jenkins,
1103:Everyone wants instant everything, and they want instant success, but I always think you should treat things in the arts like a garden, and let them grow. ~ Penelope Keith,
1104:I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts but they need constant attention & one day I decided I had better things to do. ~ Brian Andreas,
1105:It occurred to her that after what he must have seen in the course of his FBI profiling work, death by garden tools was probably a fairly tame scenario. ~ Jayne Ann Krentz,
1106:Our days are numbered in the book of days, Most High," Gorgon murmurs as the garden comes once more into view. "That is what gives them sweetness and purpose. ~ Libba Bray,
1107:We must cultivate our own garden. When man was put in the garden of Eden he was put there so that he should work, which proves that man was not born to rest.
   ~ Voltaire,
1108:Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend. ~ Sarah Ban Breathnach,
1109:Fucks are cultivated like a beautiful fucking garden, where if you fuck shit up and the fucks get fucked, then you’ve fucking fucked your fucks all the fuck up. ~ Anonymous,
1110:I alternate between thinking of the planet as home - dear and familiar stone hearth and garden - and as a hard land of exile in which we are all sojourners. ~ Annie Dillard,
1111:There is no real need for decorations when throwing a barbecue party - let the summer garden, in all its vibrant and luscious splendour, speak for itself. ~ Pippa Middleton,
1112:There needs to be time for efficient data collection and time for inefficient contemplation, time to operate the machine and time to sit idly in the garden. ~ Nicholas Carr,
1113:A man who destroys a beautiful garden by cutting all its trees is a real murderer and has not as much honour as an animal that treats well to the trees. ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1114:A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables. ~ Gertrude Stein,
1115:But I realize being real ain’t got anything to do with where you live. The realest thing I can do is protect my family, and that means leaving Garden Heights. ~ Angie Thomas,
1116:Cannot a rugged and misty landscape be adored by the eyes as much as a sunlit garden? Perhaps it is adored even more for not seeking to make itself adorable. ~ Galen Beckett,
1117:Footfalls echo in the memory
down the passage we did not take
towards the door we never opened
into the rose garden. My words echo
thus, in your mind ~ T S Eliot,
1118:It was not uncommon for the children to be told they were being treated this way because it was their bad karma and they must have hurt a child in a past life. ~ Mary Garden,
1119:Smartass Disciple: Master, why there was no second chance in garden of eden?
Master of Stupidity: Of course. Perhaps, human can only enjoy one-time virginity. ~ Toba Beta,
1120:The one small garden of a free gardener was all his need and due, not a garden swollen to a realm; his own hands to use, not the hands of others to command. ~ J R R Tolkien,
1121:... there was a part of me that wanted to be liked, and despite all my years of reporting, I never quite adjusted to the role of skunk at the garden party. ~ Andrea Mitchell,
1122:They love me like I was a brother They protect me, listen to me They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine, made me happy Nice dream, nice dream Nice dream ~ Thom Yorke,
1123:Walking out into the garden, Sangita sat on the grass to relish her coffee, enjoying the light warmth of the early morning sunrays in the cool weather. ~ Sundari Venkatraman,
1124:He who thinks in a sunny garden about the miners who work in the dark galleries of mines will understand so perfectly how beautiful and how hard life is! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1125:However entrancing it is to wander unchecked through a garden of bright images, are we not enticing your mind from another subject of almost equal importance? ~ Ernest Bramah,
1126:I am happy, I tried to tell him with my eyes. I'm happy with Annie; she and my work are all I'll ever need; she's happy, too-we both were till this happened... ~ Nancy Garden,
1127:I think of marriage as a garden. You have to tend to it. Respect it, take care of it, feed it. Make sure everyone is getting the right amount of, um, sunlight. ~ Mark Ruffalo,
1128:Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise. Here is the essence of north—and it's autumn I've chosen as this year's friend. ~ Anna Akhmatova,
1129:Life is like an overgrown garden. You can spend your time cursing the weeds, or you can work to pull them out. In either case, the flowers are what matter. ~ Sabrina Jeffries,
1130:People think of heaven as a paradise garden, a place where they can float on clouds and laze in rivers and mountains. But scenery without solace is meaningless. ~ Mitch Albom,
1131:...the moon that hung over the garden like some great priceless pearl, flawed and blemished with grey shadowy ridges as only a very great beauty can risk being. ~ Anita Desai,
1132:Tragedy has been described as 'the conflict between desire and possibility.' Following this definition, is The Forgotten Garden a tragedy? If so, in what way/s? ~ Kate Morton,
1133:Blow up your TV...throw away your paper...move to the country and build you a home. Plant a little a lot of peaches...try and find Jesus on your own. ~ John Prine,
1134:Going out to the garden is to go on a holiday; when you travel amongst the flowers, your body touches heaven and your mind tastes the secrets of ataraxia! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1135:Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom ~ Rumi,
1136:I remember what a thrill it was to go from the back streets of Birmingham to Madison Square Garden in New's like playing on Mars. You can't buy that. ~ Ozzy Osbourne,
1137:Its like i was a garden salad with a light vinaigrette and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta.
Alone we were good.
Together we were fantastic. ~ Lisa Schroeder,
1138:It was after the time of Origen’s disciples that the false religion of the priesthood began to spread. ~ Agni Yoga, Leaves of Morya’s Garden: Book One: The Call, 268, (1924),
1139:The evenings were delicious in that quiet spot, when the new hay-ricks lately set up were sending forth odours to mingle with the breath of the rich old garden. ~ George Eliot,
1140:The man who accepts the laissez-faire doctrine would allow his garden to grow wild so that roses might fight it out with the weeds and the fittest might survive. ~ John Ruskin,
1141:To know of someone here and there whom we accord with, who is living on with us, even in silence - - this makes our earthly ball a peopled garden. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
1142:Chiltington was a snake. Worse. A garden slug. Maybe a leech. Something oily and slimy that left a greasy trail and liked to mooch off other people’s ideas. ~ Chris Grabenstein,
1143:Cultivate your garden. Do not depend upon teachers to educate you... follow your own bent, pursue your curiosity bravely, express yourself, make your own harmony. ~ Will Durant,
1144:God will restore his planet and his children to their Garden of Eden splendor. It'll be perfect. Perfect in grandeur. Perfect in righteousness. Perfect in harmony. ~ Max Lucado,
1145:Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom. ~ Rumi,
1146:He is out in the garden, picking a bouquet of foxgloves. He’s laughing, sunlight turning his brown hair gold… I bet he doesn’t even know those flowers are poison. ~ Holly Black,
1147:Is a park any better than a coal mine? What's a mountain got that a slag pile hasn't? What would you rather have in your garden--an almond tree or an oil well? ~ Jean Giraudoux,
1148:November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year," said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden. ~ Louisa May Alcott,
1149:pessimist and fatalist (so R. B. Y. Scott, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes [Garden City, 1965], p. 192), who questions the benefits of wisdom and the meaningfulness of life. ~ Anonymous,
1150:Power is all. Another falsification; I do not tell how I gain or maintain it. I only record the ginger stroll through the vaguely fetid garden of its rewards. ~ Samuel R Delany,
1151:Blended-reality technology could play in a limited, walled-garden world, but history suggests that it won't really take off until it offers broad freedom of use. ~ Jamais Cascio,
1152:But you cannot have harmony without a commitment to ethical behavior. It's the fence that keeps out the goats that will eat all the young shoots in your garden. ~ Jon Kabat Zinn,
1153:But you cannot have harmony without a commitment to ethical behavior. It’s the fence that keeps out the goats that will eat all the young shoots in your garden. ~ Jon Kabat Zinn,
1154:However entrancing it is to wander unchecked through a garden of bright images, are we not enticing your mind from another subject of almost equal importance? ~ Dorothy L Sayers,
1155:I think one reason why we didn’t move away from each other was because if we had, that would have been an acknowledgment that we were touching in the first place. ~ Nancy Garden,
1156:Prayer is like a secret garden made up of silence and rest and inwardness. But there are a thousand and one doors into this garden and we all have to find our own. ~ Jean Vanier,
1157:The best ideas come unexpectedly from a conversation or a common activity like watering the garden. These can get lost or slip away if not acted on when they occur. ~ Ruth Asawa,
1158:The thing about mountains is that you have to keep on climbing them, and that it's always hard, but there's a view from top every time when you finally get there. ~ Nancy Garden,
1159:To know someone here or there with whom you can feel there is understanding in spite of distances or thoughts expressed That can make life a garden. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
1160:A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses. ~ Oscar Wilde,
1161:Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift…that’s nausea. ~ Jean Paul Sartre,
1162:From as young as I can remember, I always wanted to be a singer... My mum taught me 'Going Down the Garden to Eat Worms' for a competition when I was about 4. ~ Katherine Jenkins,
1163:Give the children an opportunity to make garden. Let them grow what they will. It matters less that they grow good plants than that they try for themselves. ~ Liberty Hyde Bailey,
1164:If you're kept off the debates, you can't reach more two percent of people even if you campaign every state and fill the big conventions like Madison Square Garden. ~ Ralph Nader,
1165:In a reality known as the garden of beautiful eden,
Adam is dreaming about his sinful children on earth.
He is struggling to wake up from a terrible nightmare. ~ Toba Beta,
1166:It was quite a collection of people: Hindus and Buddhists, rockers and doctors, all accomplished, all gathered in the United Church of Christ’s Garden of Allah. ~ Brent Schlender,
1167:NANCY DREW began peeling off her garden gloves as she ran up the porch steps and into the hall to answer the ringing telephone. She picked it up and said, “Hello! ~ Carolyn Keene,
1168:One lifetime is never enough to accomplish one's horticultural goals. If a garden is a site for the imagination, how can we be very far from the beginning? ~ Francis Cabot Lowell,
1169:Your family and your love must be cultivated like a garden. Time, effort, and imagination must be summoned constantly to keep any relationship flourishing and growing. ~ Jim Rohn,
1170:All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar. ~ Helen Hayes,
1171:I find writing novels a challenge, writing stories a joy. If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. ~ Haruki Murakami,
1172:I had a really nice childhood; I had great parents. I earned my allowance by washing dishes, and in the summer I earned my allowance by working in daddy's garden. ~ Nikki Giovanni,
1173:I said (to Daniel Jones), 'You realise I'm always going to be The Guy From Savage Garden'. He said, 'How do you think I feel? I'm The Other One From Savage Garden!' ~ Darren Hayes,
1174:It comes over us that we shall never again hear the laughter of our friend, that this garden is forever locked against us. And at that moment begins our true grief. ~ Lauren Groff,
1175:It's her way of keeping Mariam close awhile yet before time has its way, before it snatches Mariam from the garden of her memory like a weed pulled by its roots. ~ Khaled Hosseini,
1176:My Garden—like The Beach
My Garden—like the Beach—
Denotes there be—a Sea—
That's Summer—
Such as These—the Pearls
She fetches—such as Me
~ Emily Dickinson,
1177:Please give me a chance to make you happy. I make this promise to you in this beautiful garden you fought so hard for, that I will spend every day putting you first. ~ Amy Andrews,
1178:Sometimes he dug in his garden; again, he read or wrote. He had but one word for both these kinds of toil; he called them gardening. "The mind is a garden," said he. ~ Victor Hugo,
1179:We have descended into the garden and caught three hundred slugs. How I love the mixture of the beautiful and the squalid in gardening. It makes it so lifelike. ~ Evelyn Underhill,
1180:When Tarquin the Proud was asked what was the best mode of governing a conquered city, he replied only by beating down with his staff all the tallest poppies in his garden. ~ Livy,
1181:Wherever Harry went inside the tiny cottage or its garden, he could hear the constant ebb and flow of the sea, like the breathing of some great, slumbering creature. ~ J K Rowling,
1182:Adam hid in the Garden of Eden. Moses tried to substitute his brother. Jonah jumped a boat and was swallowed by a whale...Man likes to run from God. It's a tradition. ~ Mitch Albom,
1183:A Tory minister can sleep in ten different women's beds in a week. A Labour minister gets it in the neck if he looks at his neighbour's wife over the garden fence. ~ Clement Attlee,
1184:Do Re Mi
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see,
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi ~ Woody Guthrie,
1185:But she was inside the wonderful garden, and she could come through the door under the ivy any time, and she felt as if she had found a world all her own. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
1186:if i am the only one who can be the wilderness then let me be the wilderness the tree trunk cannot become the branch the jungle cannot become the garden so why should i ~ Rupi Kaur,
1187:I may as well confess that I gave Luzhin my French governess, my pocket chess set, my sweet temper, and the stone of the peach I plucked in my own walled garden. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,
1188:In God’s garden, we will continue to blossom differently. And in that difference, we find a chemistry and a harmony, a spark across the gap, that consumes us all. ~ Terryl L Givens,
1189:In her last letter to her love, Percy, before she died, Hyacinth wrote, Somewhere between right and wrong lies a garden surrounded by thorns, and I have met you there. ~ Stacey Lee,
1190:I slunk
off in the direction of the cocktail table—the only place in
the garden where a single man could linger without looking
purposeless and alone. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
1191:Kitten is in the animal world what the rosebud is in the garden; the one the most beautiful of all young creatures, the other the loveliest of all opening flowers. ~ Robert Southey,
1192:My favourite plant is the foxglove. I think they are a perfect balance between being a garden plant and a wild plant, as at home in woodland as they are in a city. ~ Clive Anderson,
1193:No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, no culture comparable to that of the garden...But though an old man, I am but a young gardener. ~ Thomas Jefferson,
1194:That’s what Aisha and I are doing. We’re planting a garden with our words. Our future. Everything careful and chosen well so the shoots come up strong and straight. ~ Marina Budhos,
1195:The job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer. ~ Ken Kesey,
1196:We're better at predicting events at the edge of the galaxy or inside the nucleus of an atom than whether it'll rain on auntie's garden party three Sundays from now. ~ Tom Stoppard,
1197:What would become of the garden if the gardener treated all the weeds and slugs and birds and trespassers as he would like to be treated, if he were in their place? ~ Thomas Huxley,
1198:You desire the end but close your eyes to the means. You want the garden to be beautiful, provided that the smell of manure is kept well away from your fastidious nose. ~ P D James,
1199:Your first job is to prepare the soil. The best tool for this is your neighbor's garden tiller. If your neighbor does not own a garden tiller, suggest that he buy one. ~ Dave Barry,
1200:A Cabinet Minister, the responsible head of thar most vital of all departments, wandering alone - grieving - sometimes near audibly lamenting - for a door, for a garden! ~ H G Wells,
1201:A fact bobbed up from my memory, that the ancient Egyptians prescribed walking through a garden as a cure for the mad. It was a mind-altering drug we took daily. ~ Paul Fleischman,
1202:And from that day to this, no power on earth can keep a rabbit out of a vegetable garden, for El-ahrairah prompts them with a thousand tricks, the best in the world. ~ Richard Adams,
1203:God gives us Her own self. Left to my own devices, I would prefer answers. This is why it is good that I am in charge of so little: the pets, the shopping, the garden. ~ Anne Lamott,
1204:He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
1205:Her German language made my arteries harden-
I've no annuity for the play we blew.
I chartered an aluminum canoe,
I had her six times in the English Garden. ~ Robert Lowell,
1206:I am poor, but I am rich. I have my children, I have a garden with roses, and I have my faith and the memories of those who have gone before me. What more is there? ~ Pam Mu oz Ryan,
1207:letting myself go like an overgrown garden. The makeover had been days of mowing and pulling weeds, a whole landscaping experience that was painful and disheartening. ~ Sarai Walker,
1208:On the day of the party I walked down to Covent Garden at lunchtime to buy a dress, and on my way to Boules I thought I would just stop off for a moment at Books etc. ~ Helen DeWitt,
1209:Sometimes I feel like I’m actually on the wrong planet. It’s great when I’m in my garden, but the minute I go out the gate I think, ‘What the hell am I doing here? ~ George Harrison,
1210:The diary will really try and tell people who you are and what you were. The alternative is writing nothing, or creating a totally lifeless, as it is leafless, garden. ~ John Fowles,
1211:The Red Sox are a religion. Every year we re-enact the agony and the temptation in the Garden. Baseball child's play? Hell, up here in Boston it's a passion play. ~ George V Higgins,
1212:We are the civilized world, you and I. A few dozen people, with our learning. As long as we continue to stroll through my garden arm in arm, civilization will continue. ~ Iain Pears,
1213:We won’t do that,” Annie said firmly when we were back downstairs in the kitchen, heating some mushroom soup. “We won’t, we won’t. If people are shocked, let them be. ~ Nancy Garden,
1214:You might live on top of the biggest toxic waste dump on the planet, but if you never dig, then all you ever know is that your grass is green and your garden is lush. ~ Jodi Picoult,
1215:Your trees must be tended; if you can afford it, you owe it to them. I don't buy expensive plants; if I am extravagant in any way it is in the care of my garden. ~ Elisabeth Murdoch,
1216:You say you are a poet of law; I saw you are a contradiction in terms. I only wonder there were not comets and earthquakes on the night you appeared in this garden. ~ G K Chesterton,
1217:God does not lie in our collective past, God lies in our collective future; the Garden of Eden is tomorrow, not yetsterday; the Golden Age lies down the road, not up it. ~ Ken Wilber,
1218:Hippie types who hadn’t a clue about makeup, knew how to start a fire, and weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty in the garden. I’d missed these people. My people. ~ Stephanie Land,
1219:His pain in the garden became power in the tomb! His crucifixion on the cross became the defeat of death. His broken body became the resurrection hope for the world. ~ Lysa TerKeurst, other words, intelligence should be the reward of the virginal nonsmokers of the world, not some morally corrupt teenager with dead junkies in her back garden. ~ Lisa O Donnell,
1221:In this swarm of cigarettes and dark sophistication they appeared here and there like figures from an allegory; or long-dead celebrants from some forgotten garden party ~ Donna Tartt,
1222:I teach you to be warriors in the garden so you will never be gardeners in the war. I give you the strength to fight, but you all must learn the strength of restraint. ~ Tomi Adeyemi,
1223:I've named a couple things after Edgar Allan Poe: the cat, and my garden upstate, where I only planted black flowers and purple flowers - and there's a raven statue. ~ Hilarie Burton,
1224:I wish I gardened. I don't have a space for a garden. I'm in an apartment in New York but I do lots of stuff. I read and write and hang out with people. I go see movies. ~ Emma Stone,
1225:sweat dared to appear under the arms of Gigi Boudakian where sweat should never ever be, creeping down her sides like poison ivy staining a lovely satin garden wall. We ~ Chris Lynch,
1226:that the violence and plunder of kings could not compare with the productive and peaceful lives of those who minded their own business and cultivated their own garden. ~ Wayne W Dyer,
1227:The garden is an unhappy place for the perfectionist. Too much stands beyond our control here, and the only thing we can absolutely count on is eventual catastrophe. ~ Michael Pollan,
1228:The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh. ~ Rumi,
1229:There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden or even your bathtub. ~ Elisabeth K bler Ross,
1230:There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden or even your bathtub. ~ Elisabeth Kubler Ross,
1231:This is the centre of the gospel - this is what the Garden of Gethsemane and Good Friday are all about - that God has done astonishing and costly things to draw us near. ~ John Piper,
1232:Yes, I'd love to have a garden of my own--spacious, and full of everything that is fragrant and flowering. But if I don't succeed, never mind--I've still got the dream. ~ Ruskin Bond,
1233:A beard on a man is only a way of hiding something, his face of course, but also the inner matters, like a hedge around a secret garden, or a cover over a bird cage. ~ Sebastian Barry,
1234:A book is a garden; A book is an orchard; A book is a storehouse; A book is a party. It is company by the way; it is a counselor; it is a multitude of counselors. ~ Henry Ward Beecher,
1235:Are we to believe that Adam and Eve actually heard God’s footsteps rustling in the garden of Eden, as the text suggests, when it says that Adam and Eve hid themselves, ~ Elaine Pagels,
1236:Eva: Do you know why I chose your ring?
Gideon: Red is our color. Red dress in limos. red fuck-me heels at garden parties. A red rose in your hair when you married me. ~ Sylvia Day,
1237:It's full of festering poison, this place, and it looks as peaceful and as innocent as the Garden of Eden."
"Even there," said Owen drily, "there was one serpent. ~ Agatha Christie,
1238:I want you to know that your love is a flower waiting to blossom, only to be shared with someone devoted enough to only pick you from a garden where only the truth can grow. ~ R H Sin,
1239:Joe Frazier's life didn't start with Ali. I was a Golden Gloves champ. Gold medal in Tokyo '64. Heavyweight champion of the world long before I fought Ali in the Garden. ~ Joe Frazier,
1240:John Glenn's father, known as Herschel, was mostly deaf from injuries in World War I. To help out at home, young Glenn sold rhubarb all over town from the family garden. ~ Bill Dedman,
1241:Let whoever wants to, relax in the south,
And bask in the garden of paradise.
Here is the essence of north—and it's autumn
I've chosen as this year's friend. ~ Anna Akhmatova,
1242:MAN'S mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth. ~ James Allen,
1243:Our deep longings remind us we have lost something vital and precious. Such yearnings are the stirring of hope. Of returning.” “Returning where?” “To this garden. ~ William Paul Young,
1244:Perhaps one day it will be taken for granted that we should help every living creature, the trees, the bushes and flowers, yes even the earth, the soil. The Garden of Eden. ~ Uwe Timm,
1245:There are dead girls to mourn, and living girls who will struggle for years to adjust to life outside the Garden, if they even can. He still counts this as a good day. ~ Dot Hutchison,
1246:The White House encouraged Tom Brady to be more of a role model. They would've said more, but there was a drunken Secret Service agent streaking across the Rose Garden. ~ Jimmy Fallon,
1247:A wonderful emotion to get things moving when one is stuck is anger. It was anger more than anything else that had set me off, roused me into productivity and creativity. ~ Mary Garden,
1248:Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift . . . that's nausea. ~ Jean Paul Sartre,
1249:If you can’t smell the fragrance don’t come into the garden of Love. If you’re unwilling to undress don’t enter into the stream of Truth. Stay where you are. Don’t come our way. ~ Rumi,
1250:I was in Covent Garden today having a pizza, and these men who worked there were secretly trying to take my picture from behind the counter. That sort of thing is so odd. ~ Joanna Page,
1251:A man's mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, birng forth. ~ James Allen,
1252:couscous and a variety of garden-raised vegetables. “It was beautifully warm and intimate, with everyone and the kids all able to sit in one room,” Waters recalled. The ~ Walter Isaacson,
1253:If we make our goal to live a life of compassion and unconditional love, then the world will indeed become a garden where all kinds of flowers can bloom and grow. ~ Elisabeth Kubler Ross,
1254:I like that color you turn. It makes you look like a tomato. A very dignified tomato. A tomato above all other tomatoes, one that rules his garden with a squishy iron fist. ~ James Riley,
1255:In the garden of our house, when I was three. My brothers and I had a jumping wall. I remember it as enormously high, but it was probably only about a foot and a half. ~ Juliet Stevenson,
1256:It is new, indeed, for I made it last night in a dream of strange cities; and dreams are older than brooding Tyre, or the contemplative Sphinx, or garden-girdled Babylon. ~ H P Lovecraft,
1257:Let's smuggle cider into the garden of Eden? Adam's apples are shite. Eve's cool. She calls it a SCAM. Smuggling Cocaine, Alcohol and Marijuana. But is the snake a grass? ~ Robert Sabbag,
1258:Nike told me, 'We can't give you royalties because you're not a professional athlete.' I told them 'I'll go to the Garden and play one-on-no-one.' I'm a performance athlete! ~ Kanye West,
1259:The Garden is a metaphor for the following: our minds, and our thinking in terms of pairs of opposites--man and woman, good and evil--are as holy as that of a god. (50) ~ Joseph Campbell,
1260:To live a spiritual life we must first find the courage to enter into the desert of loneliness and to change it by gentle and persistent efforts into a garden of solitude. ~ Henri Nouwen,
1261:Tom and I sit on a bench in the garden to watch the moon melt in an arc below the horizon as fast as ice on a warm hand before we can call the others to witness its exit. ~ Marion Coutts,
1262:A garden is a kinetic work of art, not an object but a process, open-ended, biodegradable, nurturant, like all women's artistry. A garden is the best alternative therapy. ~ Germaine Greer,
1263:He showed me that life is not just from within, it extends all around you, wether you wish it to or not. And so, this garden became a part of my life. The Samari’s Garden ~ Gail Tsukiyama,
1264:I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion. ~ Emile Zola,
1265:It comes over us that we shall never again hear the laughter of our friend, that this garden is forever locked against us. And at that moment begins our true grief. Antoine ~ Lauren Groff,
1266:pessimist and fatalist (so R. B. Y. Scott, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes [Garden City, 1965], p. 192), who questions the benefits of wisdom and the meaningfulness of life. Divergent, ~ Anonymous,
1267:So our student will flit like a busy bee through the entire garden of literature, light on every blossom, collect a little nectar from each, and carry it to his hive. ~ Desiderius Erasmus,
1268:The seeds for the Garden were planted in 1973 by a group of volunteers who saw promise in a stretch of Piedmont Park that housed Atlanta’s greenhouses and a number of gardens. ~ Anonymous,
1269:All this Magrathea nonsense seemed juvenile. Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? All ~ Douglas Adams,
1270:And to her, love was as big as the rocks on her ring and earrings, as wide as the garden that accommodated her guests, and as deep as the blue blood that ran in her veins. ~ Cinelle Barnes,
1271:Below these words was the garden’s name in English: EVENING MISTS. I felt I was about to enter a place that existed only in the overlapping of air and water, light and time. ~ Tan Twan Eng,
1272:Everyone knows French artist Claude Monet's "Water Lilies," which he painted in his garden. You find the images everywhere from galleries to dorm rooms and dentists' lounges. ~ Ari Shapiro,
1273:Garden: One of a vast number of free outdoor restaurants operated by charity-minded amateurs in an effort to provide healthful, balanced meals for insects, birds and animals. ~ Henry Beard,
1274: It is this consideration which has led to the adoption of the Qabalistic " tree of life" as the basis of the universal philosophical alphabet. ~ Israel Regardie, A Garden of Pomegranates,
1275:I was really shocked that Madison Square Garden sold out in a day. It was very amazing. But the reason we got back together is because the fans wanted us to get back together. ~ Vince Neil,
1276:She also told me it wore down her spirit to live in the desert landscape that was parched by midsummer, to plant a garden each spring and struggle to keep it alive past July. ~ Ursula Hegi,
1277:The CEO of the Olive Garden blames his company's low profits on Obamacare - which is odd because most people won't eat at the Olive Garden until they have health insurance. ~ Conan O Brien,
1278:The darkness was the foundation that everything else was built on. The garden where the universe grew. The simplest, most basic thing in existence. And it was spectacular. ~ Sharon Bayliss,
1279:The garden stretched out in a soft drift, colors jumbled any way, an unmade bed of red and yellow and pink. Then came the trees. Apple, plum, and the Japanese black pine. ~ Cathleen Schine,
1280:We're going to die," Keith said, the moment he was gone. "This man is a serial killer. We're going to die, and he's going to bury us in his garden and build a shed on us. ~ Maureen Johnson,
1281:When I have trouble writing, I step outside my studio into the garden and pull weeds until my mind clears--I find weeding to be the best therapy there is for writer's block. ~ Irving Stone,
1282:When I sat on a camp stool in the garden in a black coat with a black flap hat I felt like a marble guest who had returned from times long past into a strange world. ~ Daniel Paul Schreber,
1283:When they have opened a gap in the ... wall of separation between the Garden of the Church and the wildernes of the world, God hath ever ... made his Garden a Wildernesse. ~ Roger Williams,
1284:An ideal museum show would be a mating of Brideshead Revisited with House & Garden, provoking intense and pleasurable nostalgia for a past that none of its audience has had. ~ Robert Hughes,
1285:God's acre was her garden-spot, she said;
She sat there often, of the Summer days,
Little and slim and sweet, among the dead,
Her hair a fable in the leveled rays. ~ Dorothy Parker,
1286:I suppose there's a time in life when a garden of roses and lavender fails to blind a girl to the true shabbiness of a place. I myself had not reached that moment of clarity. ~ Katie Crouch,
1287:Sometimes I think of blogging as finger exercises for a violinist; sometimes I think of it as mulching a garden. It is incredibly useful and helpful to my "real" writing. ~ Kate Christensen,
1288:When a baby comes you can smell two things: the smell of flesh, which smells like chicken soup, and the smell of lilies, the flower of another garden, the spiritual garden. ~ Carlos Santana,
1289:When I was young, my father was lord Of a small kingdom: a wife, a garden, Kids for whom his word was Word. It took years for my view to harden, To shrink him to human size. ~ Tracy K Smith,
1290:With a great effort the Don opened his eyes to see his son once more. He smelled the garden, the yellow shield of light smote his eyes, and he whispered, "Life is so beautiful. ~ Mario Puzo,
1291:A garden is like those pernicious machineries which catch a man's coat-skirt or his hand, and draw in his arm, his leg , and his whole body to irresistible destruction. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
1292:Angka dua untuk daya yang dikenal sebagai Yin dan Yang - setara dan berlawanan; mereka menyatukan alam semesta ini bersama-sama (Putri Yangxin-Garden of The Purple Dragon) ~ Carole Wilkinson,
1293:A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week. ~ Henry Ward Beecher,
1294:I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. ~ Omar Khayy m,
1295:just as you would not neglect seeds that you planted with hope that they will bear vegetables and fruits and flowers so you must attend to nourish the garden of your becoming. ~ Jean Houston,
1296:Living in London is like living in a movie set, from the Dickensian backstreets to the glinting tower blocks to the secret garden squares. You can be anyone you want to be. ~ Sophie Kinsella,
1297:Not only must we follow the golden thread towards spiritual freedom, but we must also unravel the garden-variety twine that is wrapped tightly around our hearts and minds. ~ Elizabeth Lesser,
1298:O, Milly Bloom, you are my darling.      You are my lookingglass from night to morning.      I'd rather have you without a farthing      Than Katey Keogh with her ass and garden. ~ Anonymous,
1299:So who is guilty? Everyone, or no one? Why should the worker assigned to the gas chamber be guiltier than the worker assigned to the boilers, the garden, the vehicles? The ~ Jonathan Littell,
1300:The master of the garden is the one who waters it, trims the branches, plants the seeds, and pulls the weeds. If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte. ~ Vera Nazarian,
1301:The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt. ~ Robert Frost,
1302:They can certainly expect to be very impressed with the technical aspects of the show, fooled and led up the garden path by the story and ultimately have a jolly good laugh! ~ Louise Jameson,
1303:They think of pollution as a rather nasty habit indulged in by careless or greedy people who, as it were, throw their rubbish over the fence into the neighbour’s garden. ~ Ernst F Schumacher,
1304:What it all amounted to, oddly enough, was that in his finally so simplified world this garden of death gave him the few square feet of earth on which he could still most live. ~ Henry James,
1305:When Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden, they probably did not fall into a state of original sin, as Saint Augustine believed, but into an agrarian economy. ~ Karen Armstrong,
1306:You picture a garden gone to seed: moss growing on the surface of our spleens, vines squeezing our kidneys. Tiny mushrooms spreading across the linings of our intestines. ~ Carolyn Parkhurst,
1307:You want to talk about big things, but it's the catches on the garden sheds and the London Zoo cards that give you the footholds; without them you wouldn't know where to start. ~ Nick Hornby,
1308:Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.” – Rumi ~ Brian Tracy,
1309:I also know that we must cultivate our garden. For when man was put in the Garden of Eden, he was put there ut operaretur eum, to work; which proves that man was not born for rest. ~ Voltaire,
1310:Inside the wall were the large homes of the wealthy, with terraces, orchards, and vineyards. Pointed arches were everywhere—arched doorways, arched windows, arched garden gates. ~ Noah Gordon,
1311:I think it was in the Rose Garden where I issued this brilliant statement: If I had a magic wand -- but the president doesn't have a magic wand. You just can't say, 'low gas.' ~ George W Bush,
1312:It's the sense of walking back into the Garden of Eden or something like that. Where suddenly everything is perfect and you see how you're connected to everything in the world. ~ Larkin Grimm,
1313:I wondered if the owners would mind if I murdered someone in their front yard. A big red-headed someone. He was so full of shit, he’d make fantastic fertilizer for their garden ~ Karina Halle,
1314:Just as you would not neglect seeds that you planted with hope that they will bear vegetables and fruits and flowers, so must you attend to nourish the garden of your becoming. ~ Jean Houston,
1315:Little Miss Muffet and Mary Contrary, Found in a garden a spider most scary: It stung them and hung them to save them for dinner, A fate that awaits the conventional sinner. ~ Gregory Maguire,
1316:Never thee stop believin' in th' Big Good Thing an' knowin' th' world's full of it - and call it what tha' likes. Tha' wert singin' to it when I come into t' garden. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
1317:Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude. ~ John Milton,
1318:Two trees—knowledge and life. You eat of the tree of knowledge, and you will surely die. You eat of the tree of life, and you remain a child in the garden forever, undying. ~ Orson Scott Card,
1319:What I love about the currawongs is the way in which they appear from nowhere and, for a brief period, rule the garden's soundscape, only to disappear as quickly as they arrived. ~ John Gould,
1320:When your garden is finished I hope it will be more beautiful that you anticipated, require less care than you expected, and have cost only a little more than you had planned. ~ Thomas Church,
1321:Whoever is sitting with friends is in the midst of a flower garden, though he may be in the fire. Whoever sits with an enemy is in the fire, even though he is in the midst of a garden. ~ Rumi,
1322:A book should be a garden that fits in the hands. Word-petals of color. Stems of strength. roots of truth. Turn a page and turn the seasons. Read the sentence and enjoy the roses. ~ Max Lucado,
1323:Angelo Giuseppe Roncalli said on the eve of the conclave that would elect him Pope John XXIII: “We are not here to guard a museum, but to cultivate a flourishing garden of life. ~ Pope Francis,
1324:Anger is a weed...It grows up through the soil, choking every other plant. You must stamp it out. Don't let it enter your garden. Stamp out your anger until it never comes back. ~ Adam Gidwitz,
1325:Got to rush through the garden like every other task we have. If we are trying to add joy to our lives, reliance on paradigms can blind us to the glorious detail of our experience. ~ Anonymous,
1326:He was a reporter for The Adversary. It was his job to stalk people. He was one step above paparazzi and a couple below common variety garden snake."
- Jae-Sun Fields, pg. 28 ~ Z A Maxfield,
1327:It is Paradise, after all." I think the men of old were right when they called heaven a garden, and Eden, a garden inhabited by one man and one woman, the Earthly Paradise. ~ F Marion Crawford,
1328:I've been dreaming of this moment since I was a kid growing up in Tennessee: that one day, I'd have the chance to come here to Madison Square Garden and be the warm-up act for Elvis. ~ Al Gore,
1329:Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life. ~ Marilynne Robinson,
1330:The best way to garden is to put on a wide-brimmed straw hat and some old clothes. And with a hoe in one hand and a cold drink in the other, tell somebody else where to dig. ~ Texas Bix Bender,
1331:The Garden trapped me like an animal. The Governess sold me like livestock at an auction. And the mayor and his family would have made me their whore. I am shaking with rage. ~ Kristen Simmons,
1332:The place between actual seasons is filled with tiny roses in transition. There are murders and amputations in the garden. There are choirs on the sandy floors beneath oceans. ~ Kate Braverman,
1333:There may be fairies at the bottom of the garden. There is no evidence for it, but you can't prove that there aren't any, so shouldn't we be agnostic with respect to fairies? ~ Richard Dawkins,
1334:We may mean nothing to time, but to each other we are kings and queens, and the world is a wild benevolent garden filled with chance meetings and unexplained departures. Magda ~ Simon Van Booy,
1335:We must use magic only in the rose garden. We must speak of it only in hushed voices and behind closed doors. We must never forget how dangerous it can be - nor how wicked. ~ Jessica Spotswood,
1336:After lunch we went into the garden for coffee and I turned on the Surgeon-General with his graphics, percentages etc. of sick and wounded to entertain the Premier. ~ Douglas Haig 1st Earl Haig,
1337:If you want to heal your loneliness, you first have to learn how to heal yourself, be there for yourself, and cultivate your own garden of love, acceptance, and understanding. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
1338:I loved to walk in her garden after dinner; it felt alive, even in the winter. She always told me that rosemary grows in the garden of a strong woman. Hers were like trees. ~ Erica Bauermeister,
1339:I think people should maybe just go out into the garden and watch a ladybug crawl across a flower and relax their mind. That's about all you need to know about life, I think. ~ Harland Williams,
1340:Love is wild; its whole beauty is in its wildness. It comes like a breeze with great fragrance, fills your heart, and suddenly where there was a desert there is a garden full of flowers. ~ Osho,
1341:No one is safe from nature's savagery,not even the innocent. Only beauty is consistent. Gabrielle envisions a time when the Savage Garden will overtake civilizations and destroy it. ~ Anne Rice,
1342:Perhaps the most tragic thing about mankind is that we are all dreaming about some magical garden over the horizon, instead of enjoying the roses that are right outside today. ~ Andrew Carnegie,
1343:The Olive Garden is bringing back its 'Pasta Pass,' which lets you eat as much pasta as you want for seven weeks. In a related story, Chris Christie just suspended his campaign. ~ Conan O Brien,
1344:Those who go forth ministering to the wants and necessities of their fellow beings experience a rich return, their souls being as a watered garden, and a spring that faileth not ~ Lucretia Mott,
1345:We must all pass through the garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer...then surely we are also permitted doubt. ~ Yann Martel,
1346:You may not know the story behind why a song or a garden is so beautiful or why a cake tastes so good but, if you pay enough attention, you can tell how much love is in it. ~ Catherine Carrigan,
1347:Every parent has the responsibility to cultivate his child's heart. If we leave our children's heart alone, they tend to become like a garden, overgrown with evil and with sin. ~ Robert Jeffress,
1348:What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden. ~ Elizabeth von Arnim,
1349:When I came to the Food Network, I didn't want to do a cooking show. I told Kathleen Finch for nine months I didn't want to do a cooking show, I wanted to do a home-and-garden show. ~ Sandra Lee,
1350:When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left. ~ Camille Claudel,
1351:Adam and Eve used to walk with Me in the garden, before their expulsion from Eden. I want you to walk with Me in the garden of your heart, where I have taken up permanent residence. ~ Sarah Young,
1352:A visitor to a garden sees the successes, usually. The gardener remembers mistakes and losses, some for a long time, and imagines the garden in a year, and in an unimaginable future. ~ W S Merwin,
1353:Because,” he said quietly as she stood up, “until you walked into it, this was an ordinary garden.”

Puzzled, Elizabeth tipped her head. “What is it now?”

“Heaven. ~ Judith McNaught,
1354:Earth relates to the Universe as the second segment of the left antenna of an aphid sitting on a flower petal in a garden in Teaneck, New Jersey, for a few hours this afternoon. ~ Edward O Wilson,
1355:the track at the end of the garden with its trains, always taking someone else to somewhere else, reminding me over and over and over, a dozen times a day, that I’m staying put. I ~ Paula Hawkins,
1356:This, I’ve found, is how God often works—not in a blinding flash but in a slow and subtle transformation that cannot be perceived by the naked eye, like watching a garden grow. ~ Hannah K Grieser,
1357:What does ‘bugger’ mean?” she asked unevenly, as he led her out of the kitchen garden. “If I told you,” he said, “it would lead to improper thoughts. And I know how you hate those. ~ Lisa Kleypas,
1358:A man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up in the air. ~ Henry Ward Beecher,
1359:A person who undertakes to grow a garden at home, by practices that will preserve rather than exploit the economy of the soil, has his mind precisely against what is wrong with us. ~ Wendell Berry,
1360:But there, standing at the entrance to the garden, wearing a khalat the colour of a breaking dawn and that faint smile that meant she knew she was outsmarting someone, was Shazad. ~ Alwyn Hamilton,
1361:education is a tender garden, whereas ignorance is weeds. History—the old history—was full of examples proving that, when civilizations fell, learning was the first thing to disappear. ~ Anonymous,
1362:From December to March, there are for many of us three gardens - the garden outdoors, the garden of pots and bowls in the house, and the garden of the mind's eye. ~ Katharine Sergeant Angell White,
1363:He could have set fire to it, the garden was dry enough, and burned it clean—privet, vines, and weeds; but he waited in his rooms through the winter instead, weeping and dreaming. ~ William H Gass,
1364:Helen worked in her back garden, planting her tulip and crocus bulbs. Her irritation with the world had dampened into a cushion of soft melancholy that went with her everywhere. ~ Elizabeth Strout,
1365:If I had to pick a single word to describe what my pictures are all about, I would say 'secrets.' As a child I always had a secret world and my favorite book was “A Secret Garden. ~ Joyce Tenneson,
1366:Madam President, speaking here in Dublin Castle it is impossible to ignore the weight of history, as it was yesterday when you and I laid wreaths at the Garden of Remembrance. ~ Queen Elizabeth II,
1367:My people cultivated pain. In a way that god cultivated his garden with the foresight that he could not contain or protect the life within it. Humanity was born out of pain. ~ Terese Marie Mailhot,
1368:So I have cultivated the vast garden of human experience which is history, without troubling myself overmuch about laws, essential first causes, or how it is all coming out. ~ Samuel Eliot Morison,
1369:Gardens were meant to be seen, smelled, walked through, grubbed in. A hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden; only the delight of its users did that. ~ Lois McMaster Bujold,
1370:I'll bury you alive by her garden gate. I'll enjoy it. Every time she goes out in the morning, every time she comes home, she'll walk on your grave, and she'll know she's safe. ~ Sarah Rees Brennan,
1371:I stood like Adam in his lonely garden
On that first morning, shaken out of sleep,
Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves,
Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift. ~ Mary Oliver,
1372:I was twelve years of age when I chopped off my hair, dressed as a boy, and set off to save my family from impending ruin.

I made it almost to the end of my front garden. ~ Stephanie Burgis,
1373:She plucked a rose and held it to her face. She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords. ~ Kiersten White,
1374:Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,’ said he ~ Victor Hugo,
1375:Do not plant a weed and pretend surprise when it grows to strangle your garden. For, I tell you that to hate is to kill for from hatred grows death as surely as life grows from love. ~ Michael Grant,
1376:Oh, horrible—worst of all—worse than death, when you have made a little clearing in the wilderness, planted your little garden, let in your sunlight, and then the weeds creep in again! ~ E M Forster,
1377:Sitting on the floor of a room in Japan, looking out on a small garden with flowers blooming and dragonflies hovering in space, I suddenly felt as if I had been too long above my boots. ~ Mark Tobey,
1378:The passion to produce is very great. One man, who has not yet been assigned his little garden plot, is hopefully watering a jimson weed simply to have something of his own growing. ~ John Steinbeck,
1379:Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings. ~ John Muir,
1380:We must all wage an intense, lifelong battle against the constant downward pull. If we relax, the bugs and weeds of negativity will move into the garden and take away everything of value. ~ Jim Rohn,
1381:A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them. ~ Liberty Hyde Bailey,
1382:And even though I left, I’m not out there recklessly going after Strigoi. I’m an old man living with the woman he loves and tending his garden. There’s a difference—don’t forget that. ~ Richelle Mead,
1383:How should Spring bring forth a garden on hard stone? Become earth, that you may grow flowers of many colors. For you have been heart-breaking rock. Once, for the sake of experiment, be earth! ~ Rumi,
1384:The lime trees were in bloom. But in the early morning only a faint fragrance drifted through the garden, an airy message, an aromatic echo of the dreams during the short summer night. ~ Isak Dinesen,
1385:They’d gone walking through the garden that was lit with twinkly lights, and Alex had surprised her with a kiss. And that was the moment she knew she wasn’t going to her hotel alone. ~ Samantha Chase,
1386:You cannot take the mild approach to the weeds in your mental garden. You have got to hate weeds enough to kill them. Weeds are not something you handle; weeds are something you devastate. ~ Jim Rohn,
1387:After his death the gardener does not become a butterfly, intoxicated by the perfumes of the flowers, but a garden worm tasting all the dark, nitrogenous, and spicy delights of the soil. ~ Karel Capek,
1388:A garden should be in a constant state of fluid change, expansion, experiment, adventure; above all it should be an inquisitive, loving, but self-critical journey on the part of its owner. ~ H E Bates,
1389:Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can. ~ Anonymous,
1390:If the one I've waited for
came now, what should I do?
This morning's garden filled with snow
is far too lovely
for footsteps to mar.

~ Izumi Shikibu, If The One Ive Waited For
1391:I was a new devotee of Eastern mysticism and even though I did not join that particular group, I could well have done. They seemed a bit extreme but I regarded myself as not quite ready. ~ Mary Garden,
1392:One does not lash hat lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded. ~ Paul Klee,
1393:11 The LORD will guide you continually,       giving you water when you are dry       and restoring your strength. You will be like a well-watered garden,       like an ever-flowing spring. ~ Anonymous,
1394:It's Annie and me they're all sitting around here like cardboard people judging; It's Annie and me. And what we did that they think is wrong, when you pare it all down, was fall in love. ~ Nancy Garden,
1395:It’s Annie and me they’re all sitting around here like cardboard people judging; it’s Annie and me. And what we did that they think is wrong, when you pare it all down, was fall in love. ~ Nancy Garden,
1396:It was, I thought, the sound of madness, the kind of music that lunatics hear in their heads just before they slice the heads off foxes and throw them into their neighbor’s back garden. ~ Gail Honeyman,
1397:Jesus was in a garden, not of delight as the first Adam, in which he destroyed himself and the whole human race, but in one of agony, in which he saved himself and the whole human race. ~ Blaise Pascal,
1398:No one is safe from nature's savagery,not even the innocent. Only beauty is consistent.
Gabrielle envisions a time when the Savage Garden will overtake civilizations and destroy it.
~ Anne Rice,
1399:Respect, of course is a tricky term. I may respect your gardening by just letting you get on with it. Or, I may respect it by admiring it and regarding it as a superior way to garden. ~ Simon Blackburn,
1400:The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail. ~ Isaiah,
1401:There is something so different in Venice from any other place in the world, that you leave at once all accustomed habits and everyday sights to enter an enchanted garden. ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,
1402:When I had a look at the lights of Broadway by night, I said to my American friends : "What a glorious garden of wonders this would be, to any who was lucky enough to be unable to read ~ G K Chesterton,
1403:And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
1404:Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden-in all the places. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
1405:Eve tasted the apple in the Garden of Eden in order to slake that intense thirst for knowledge that the simple pleasure of picking flowers and talking to Adam could not satisfy. ~ Elizabeth Cady Stanton,
1406:I believe ingratitude is the original sin. I believe if Adam and Eve had been grateful for the garden of Eden they had, they would not have been so focused on the one tree they didn't have. ~ Max Lucado,
1407:I hoped that I would give to my marriage the same nurturing that I found easy to give to the corn and the tomatoes. Raising a garden and keeping a marriage in shape are not that different. ~ Silas House,
1408:In the end, I'm only going next door.
To the end of the corridor, into my favorite room.
And from there, out into the garden.
And there I will become light and go wherever I want. ~ Nina George,
1409:She rose to her feet and preceded me into the garden twilight. Tall and queenly, the woman of mystery strolled among the silent trees and above her head the myriad stars glowed tenderly. ~ Hermann Hesse,
1410:They had nothing to say to each other. A five-year age gap between siblings is like a garden that needs constant attention. Even three months apart allows the weeds to grow up between you. ~ Zadie Smith,
1411:We’ll meet again in Lvov, my love and I…” Tatiana hums, eating her ice cream, in our Leningrad, in jasmine June, near Fontanka, the Neva, the Summer Garden, where we are forever young. ~ Paullina Simons,
1412:You are necessary to that end, and to are all I have of the garden. You are the image of me and of the One. And if you have wronged, then I have surely repaid your wrong twice over. ~ Tosca Lee,
1413:And they heard the sound of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden. ~ Anonymous,
1414:He had promised Leslie that after Christmas he would stay home and fix up the house and plant his garden and listen to music and read books out loud and write only in his spare time. ~ Katherine Paterson,
1415:I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future and in some way involve the stars.~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden Of Forking Paths,
1416:To live a spiritual life we must first find the courage to enter into the desert of loneliness and to change it by gentle and persistent efforts into a garden of solitude. —Henri J. M. Nouwen ~ Anonymous,
1417:Against a dark sky all flowers look like fireworks. There is something strange about them, at once vivid and secret, like flowers traced in fire in the phantasmal garden of a witch. ~ Gilbert K Chesterton,
1418:One does not begin to make a garden until he wants a garden. To want a garden is to be interested in plants, in the winds and rains, in birds and insects, in the warm-smelling earth. ~ Liberty Hyde Bailey,
1419:the same as I do now—you know, cooking, cleaning, gardening—when the weather permits.’ ‘You’ll have to come for Sunday lunch next time and see the garden,’ says Jack. ‘Grace has green fingers. ~ B A Paris,
1420:and this is the map of my heart, the landscape
after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is
a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me
tight, it’s getting cold. ~ Richard Siken,
1421:Goddamn golf shirts and gym memberships and fake muscles and tans and cell phones and new cars. Trevor didn't care about any of that garbage. All he wanted was a garden. Isn't that funny? ~ Nickolas Butler,
1422:If you possess a library and a garden, you have everything you need. (translation from the French) Si vous possedez une bibliotheque et un jardin, vous avez tout ce qu'il vous faut. ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero,
1423:I have never been nervous in all my life and I have no patience with people who are. If you know what you are going to do, you have no reason to be nervous. And I knew what I was going to do. ~ Mary Garden,
1424:In the Buddhist view... what is keeping us out of the garden is not the jealousy or wrath of any god, but our own instinctive attachment to what we take to be our lives. ~ Joseph Campbell, Myths to Live By,
1425:Presently we pass to some other object which rounds itself into a whole as did the first; for example, a well-laid garden; and nothing seems worth doing but the laying~out of gardens. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
1426:The rain to the wind said,
You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt. ~ Robert Frost,
1427:When we see a beautiful object, a beautiful garden, or a beautiful flower, let us think that there we behold a ray of the infinite beauty of God, who has given existence to that object. ~ Alphonsus Liguori,
1428:Death sat in His garden, running a whetstone along the edge of His scythe. It was already so sharp that any passing breeze that blew across it was sliced smoothly into two puzzled zephyrs, ~ Terry Pratchett,
1429:Love turned the world into a garden, so beguiling it was easy to forget that rose petals were as ephemeral as feelings, eventually they would wilt and die, leaving nothing but the thorns. ~ Stephanie Garber,
1430:Mindfulness isn’t something we practice only in the meditation hall; we also practice in the kitchen, in the garden, or when we’re on the telephone, driving the car, or washing the dishes. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
1431:My friend you must understand that time forks perpetually into countless futures. And in at least one of them I have become your enemy. Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden of Forking Paths (1941) ~ Adrian McKinty,
1432:My music is homegrown from the garden of New Orleans. Music is everything to me short of breathing. Music also has a role to lift you up - not to be escapist but to take you out of misery. ~ Allen Toussaint,
1433:The Secret Garden G. K. Chesterton Aristide Valentin, Chief of the Paris Police, was late for his dinner, and some of his guests began to arrive before him. These were, however, reassured by his ~ Anonymous,
1434:WESLEY AYERS is the stranger in the halls of the Coronado. He is the Keeper in the garden who shares my secret. He is the boy who reads me books. He is the one who teaches me how to touch. ~ Victoria Schwab,
1435:Write what's up there." Sister Ignatius pointed at her temple. "As a great man once said, this is a secret garden. We've all got one of those."


"No, Bruce Springsteen. ~ Cecelia Ahern,
1436:A few moments of silence may be all the meditation we need at times. Our homes could have a little space for withdrawal and quiet, and even a small garden could offer some distance from noise. ~ Thomas Moore,
1437:Coo, coo." Constable Quill looked, for a moment, like a man regretting his choice of profession, but he plowed onward. "And you say you heard someone cooing in your back garden on Sunday night? ~ Julie Berry,
1438:Doing the good deeds is like the grass in the garden. You don't see its growth. But, it does by days. Doing the wicked deeds is like the hone. You don't see its damage. But, it does by days. ~ Gautama Buddha,
1439:Do you live in a mine field or a garden? When we live in a minefield mentality, we explode with the weeds of worry, doubt, fear, lack and limitation. Choose to cultivate your inner garden! ~ Michael Beckwith,
1440:Good night,” I call to Charlotte, and ignore her when she calls back, “Seriously?” I rest my face on a pillow. Close my eyes. Because all I want is eight hours to dream about Ava Garden Wilder. ~ Nina LaCour,
1441:I don't want to see people decorating a house or digging a garden. As for guys like Jonathan Ross, he got an award there last Christmas. What for? He doesn't sing, dance or tell jokes, does he? ~ Ian St John,
1442:I must apologize for calling so late," said he, "and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall. ~ Arthur Conan Doyle,
1443:Mostly, I spend my time being a mother to my two children, working in my organic garden, raising masses of sweet peas, being passionately involved in conservation, recycling and solar energy. ~ Blythe Danner,
1444:My idea of absolute happiness is to sit in a hot garden all day, reading, or writing, utterly safe in the knowledge that the person I love will come home to me in the evening. Every evening. ~ Anita Brookner,
1445:One of the properties belonged to Madame du Barry. During the revolution her lover was guillotined and his head thrown over the ivy-covered wall into her garden. This is now the property of Coty. ~ Ana s Nin,
1446:She’s strong and she makes her own happiness. If she wants a bouquet of roses, she’s sure as hell not going to wait for me to give it to her. She’ll go out and plant her own fucking garden. ~ Kimberly Lauren,
1447:The garden was crossed by a path of red gravel, edged by a border of thick box, of many years' growth, and of a tone and color that would have delighted the heart of Delacroix, our modern Rubens. ~ Anonymous,
1448:And we have a little herb garden, which survived the winter thanks to global warming. It makes me feel like a cool, old Italian housewife, that I kept my rosemary alive outside all winter. ~ Elizabeth Gilbert,
1449:As for the roses, you could not help feeling they understood that roses are the only flowers that impress people at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing. ~ Katherine Mansfield,
1450:Cruelty to punctuation is quite unlegislated: you can get away with pulling the legs off semicolons; shrivelling question marks on the garden path under a powerful magnifying glass; you name it. ~ Lynne Truss,
1451:Machines are the opium of the masses. If all the machines in England were thrown into the North Sea tomorrow, we should be back in the Garden of Eden. And the weather would probably improve. ~ Helen Cresswell,
1452:The doctor unfurled her wings into Maximum Righteousness Mode. The flaming sword was in her hand. She pointed with it like the archangel casting us out of the garden. “Get your ass back there! ~ Daryl Gregory,
1453:The first colours touched the garden, deep green and then deep red – transience was my pigmentation; my roots would never go deep enough anywhere to make me a home or make me secure with love. ~ Graham Greene,
1454:The model for me is a touchstone, it is a door which I must break open in order to reach the garden in which I am alone and feel good, even the model exists only for what use I can make of it. ~ Henri Matisse,
1455:They let me know that we are here to create and that there’s always enough in the garden, and we must defend that against our fear. We have to be playful as we plant, grow, and co-create. ~ Colette Baron Reid,
1456:This is why the Bible doesn’t end how it starts. It starts in a garden but ends in a city. It starts with Law, but ends with intimacy. It starts with God in a tent, but ends with God in us. ~ Jefferson Bethke,
1457:a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, ~ Lewis Carroll,
1458:But I smell the roses not just to remind myself of how lucky I am, but also to wonder how on earth it all happened. I smell the roses to try and figure out how I came to be in the garden at all. ~ Alan Cumming,
1459:I’d like to have a spice garden some day,” Rosemary said. “Out of the city, of course. If Guy ever gets a movie offer we’re going to grab it and go live in Los Angeles. I’m a country girl at heart. ~ Ira Levin,
1460:I think that her life was about finding the extraordinary in every day. It was how she could sit in her garden on a rainy day and see the beauty in it. It's what got her out of bed every morning. ~ Karen White,
1461:Like most garden lovers, he could never enjoy the perfection of the garden as much as he wished, because his overzealous eye saw always some imperfection, too minute to be noticed by a stranger. ~ Pearl S Buck,
1462:Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. ~ J K Rowling,
1463:She stood up and her knees wobbled as she walked toward the garden gate. On top of everything else that had gone wrong in her life, she now had to deal with her father succumbing to dementia. ~ Phaedra Patrick,
1464:we pulled into the garden center, where “Carol of the Bells” was blaring out of tinny speakers that had been mounted on poles. It was like the kind of music you’d play if Santa was a serial killer. ~ Dan Chaon,
1465:When I was still at school, I'd help Dad at the concrete yard he had prior to the garden centre. I was doing things there, like driving the tractors and forklifts, that most kids my age couldn't. ~ Rick Astley,
1466:And that's like my world." Annie pointed up to the stars again. "Inaccessible."
"Not," I said to her softly, "to unicorns. Nothing's inaccessible to unicorns. Not even--not even white birds. ~ Nancy Garden,
1467:Arin wondered if she would lift her eyes, but wasn’t worried he would be seen in the garden’s shadows.
He knew the law of such things: people in brightly lit places cannot see into the dark. ~ Marie Rutkoski,
1468:How are we to breed a race of human thoroughbreds unless we follow the same plan? We must make this country into a garden of children instead of a disorderly back lot overrun with human weeds. ~ Margaret Sanger,
1469:In garden arrangement, as in all other kinds of decorative work, one has not only to acquire a knowledge of what to do, but also to gain some wisdom in perceiving what it is well to let alone. ~ Gertrude Jekyll,
1470:It isn't the kind of profession that you have that makes you flourish; it's what you are coming from, within, that makes you flourish. Then everything that you step into turns into your garden. ~ John de Ruiter,
1471:It was like a miracle. I'm just feeling fabulous. What's incredible is someone has given your life back. I'm out in the garden today. This time last year I was looking out a window at a hospital. ~ Mary Travers,
1472:It was the same scolding any child receives. Stay out of the neighbor’s garden. Don’t tease the Bentons’ sheep. Don’t play tag among the thousand spinning knives of your people’s sacred tree. ~ Patrick Rothfuss,
1473:I've found a place that would amaze you. People used to live there, but now it's all overgrown and no one goes there. Absolutely no one - only me... Just a little house and a garden. And two dogs. ~ Karel Capek,
1474:Making a garden is somehow like conducting a symphony - different plants come forward at different times and you need to think very carefully about their placement in relation to each other. ~ Elisabeth Murdoch,
1475:My whole childhood was about being in the garden. It wasn't really a religious place to me. The love I felt there... was in contradiction with what I saw in the streets. It was a different world. ~ Rula Jebreal,
1476:swear, since seeing Your face, the whole world is fraud and fantasy. The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf or blossom. The distracted birds can’t distinguish the birdseed from the snare. ~ Khaled Hosseini,
1477:…the garden gleams with summer jewelry. We live vy simply—but with all the essentials of life well understood & well provided for—hot baths, cold champagne, new peas, & old brandy. ~ Winston S Churchill,
1478:The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,
1479:We do God more honor by believing what He has said about Himself and having the courage to come boldly to the throne of grace than by hiding in self-conscious humility among the trees of the garden. ~ A W Tozer,
1480:Within days they'd formed an unholy alliance with a foppish young French vampire in the Garden District who had implausibly golden hair and a streak of ruthlessness as wide as the Mississippi ~ Deborah Harkness,
1481:However naturalistic and ‘wild’ it appears, a garden is always an artificial environment made by people for people, so it makes sense to put the considerations of people – rather than plants – first. ~ Monty Don,
1482:If it would make you happy, I could let the staff know you prefer the garden. Then you can come out here at night without being manhandled by the guard. I would prefer if you had one nearby, though. ~ Kiera Cass,
1483:I live in what’s left of
the evidence not out there in the rotting
garden the firebombed street and Plato’s myth
of lovers the fates meeting of equal halves
is a tale for lonely kids ~ Paul Monette,
1484:The garden was planted four hundred years ago, when the surrounding area was poplar." The woman makes a sweeping gesture, and he nods in appreciation.
"And now," Less says, "it's unpoplar. ~ Andrew Sean Greer,
1485:When we see a beautiful object, a beautiful garden, or a beautiful flower, let us think that there we behold a ray of the infinite beauty of God, who has given existence to that object. ~ Saint Alphonsus Liguori,
1486:A day so happy. Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I know no one worth my envying him. ~ Czeslaw Milosz,
1487:A garden, you know, is a very usual refuge of a disappointed politician. Accordingly, I have purchased a few acres about nine miles from town, have built a house, and am cultivating a garden. ~ Alexander Hamilton,
1488:And besides (I told myself) wasn’t it time to Move Forward, Let Go, turn from the garden that was locked to me? Live In The Present, Focus On The Now instead of grieving for what I could never have? ~ Donna Tartt,
1489:And, I mean, I think poetry does need to be met to some extent, especially, I guess, 19th century poetry, and for me, it's just been so worth the effort. It's like I'm planting a garden in my head. ~ Jane Campion,
1490:Dreams don't come true. Dreams die. Dreams get compromised. Dreams end up dealing meth in a booth at the back of the Olive Garden. Dreams choke to death on bay leaves. Dreams get spleen cancer. ~ Douglas Coupland,
1491:garden was inside a white picket fence. Most of the rosebushes had small buds on them. Some had early blossoms. The bushes were planted in a big circle around a fountain. A statue of a fish stood on its ~ Ron Roy,
1492:I should like men to have strong and rooted conceptions, but as for their lunch, let them have it sometimes in the garden, sometimes in bed, sometimes on the roof, sometimes in the top of a tree. ~ G K Chesterton,
1493:I was crashed un Gram's garden and Big asked me what I was doing. I told him I was looking up at the sky. he said '' that's a misconception, Lennie, the sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet''. ~ Jandy Nelson,
1494:Look,” she said quietly, “I can’t lie to you and say that losing our jobs like this is easy. It isn’t. But the point is that it’ll be okay; we’ll be okay. And we want to know that you will be, too. ~ Nancy Garden,
1495:Research on child abuse suggests that religious beliefs can foster, encourage, and justify the abuse of children. When contempt for sex underlies teachings, this creates a breeding ground for abuse. ~ Mary Garden,
1496:So when you spot violence, or bigotry, or intolerance or fear or just garden-variety misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, 'The good outnumber you, and we always will.' ~ Patton Oswalt,
1497:They all tended to portray a gloomy dark world where the unrighteous dead suffered in one form or another. The righteous dead, however were taken away to garden paradises, or “Isles of the Blessed. ~ Brian Godawa,
1498:Too many American authors have a servile streak where their backbone should be. Where's our latest Nobel laureate? More than likely you'll find him in the Rose Garden kissing the First Lady's foot. ~ Edward Abbey,
1499:A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still. It is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume. ~ Amy Lowell,
1500:As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language. ~ Thomas More,

IN CHAPTERS [300/773]

  342 Poetry
  112 Integral Yoga
   78 Philosophy
   74 Mysticism
   59 Islam
   54 Yoga
   52 Occultism
   46 Fiction
   18 Christianity
   17 Psychology
   13 Philsophy
   8 Sufism
   8 Mythology
   5 Baha i Faith
   2 Zen
   1 Theosophy
   1 Thelema
   1 Integral Theory
   1 Buddhism
   1 Alchemy

   68 The Mother
   59 Muhammad
   54 Rabindranath Tagore
   53 Sri Ramakrishna
   46 Satprem
   40 Sri Aurobindo
   38 H P Lovecraft
   24 William Wordsworth
   24 Aleister Crowley
   23 Nolini Kanta Gupta
   22 Walt Whitman
   20 William Butler Yeats
   20 James George Frazer
   17 Robert Browning
   17 Percy Bysshe Shelley
   16 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
   16 Hakim Sanai
   14 Jalaluddin Rumi
   13 Ralph Waldo Emerson
   12 John Keats
   12 Carl Jung
   10 Jorge Luis Borges
   9 Li Bai
   9 Friedrich Nietzsche
   7 Ibn Arabi
   7 Hafiz
   7 Anonymous
   6 Saint Augustine of Hippo
   6 Lewis Carroll
   6 A B Purani
   5 Saadi
   5 Omar Khayyam
   5 Friedrich Schiller
   5 Edgar Allan Poe
   5 Baha u llah
   4 Saint Teresa of Avila
   4 Plato
   4 Ovid
   4 Joseph Campbell
   3 Rainer Maria Rilke
   3 Plotinus
   3 Jordan Peterson
   3 Henry David Thoreau
   2 Ramprasad
   2 Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
   2 Mahendranath Gupta
   2 Lalla
   2 Kabir
   2 Jorge Luis Borges
   2 H. P. Lovecraft

   59 Quran
   53 Tagore - Poems
   52 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   38 Lovecraft - Poems
   24 Wordsworth - Poems
   22 Whitman - Poems
   20 Yeats - Poems
   20 The Golden Bough
   17 Shelley - Poems
   17 Browning - Poems
   13 Emerson - Poems
   12 Keats - Poems
   11 Savitri
   10 Rumi - Poems
   10 Magick Without Tears
   10 A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah
   9 Li Bai - Poems
   8 Thus Spoke Zarathustra
   8 Goethe - Poems
   8 Faust
   8 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 07
   8 Collected Poems
   8 Agenda Vol 11
   7 The Bible
   7 Liber ABA
   6 Labyrinths
   6 Hafiz - Poems
   6 Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo
   6 Crowley - Poems
   6 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05
   6 Arabi - Poems
   6 Alice in Wonderland
   6 Agenda Vol 13
   6 Agenda Vol 04
   5 Words Of Long Ago
   5 The Secret Doctrine
   5 Schiller - Poems
   5 Questions And Answers 1957-1958
   5 Questions And Answers 1950-1951
   5 Poe - Poems
   5 Mysterium Coniunctionis
   5 Anonymous - Poems
   5 Agenda Vol 10
   5 Agenda Vol 02
   5 5.1.01 - Ilion
   4 The Hero with a Thousand Faces
   4 Metamorphoses
   4 City of God
   4 Borges - Poems
   3 Walden
   3 The Way of Perfection
   3 The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious
   3 Talks
   3 Some Answers From The Mother
   3 Rilke - Poems
   3 Record of Yoga
   3 Questions And Answers 1954
   3 Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 04
   3 On Thoughts And Aphorisms
   3 Maps of Meaning
   3 Essays Divine And Human
   3 Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin
   3 Agenda Vol 03
   2 The Synthesis Of Yoga
   2 The Practice of Psycho therapy
   2 The Lotus Sutra
   2 The Divine Comedy
   2 The Confessions of Saint Augustine
   2 The Book of Certitude
   2 Symposium
   2 Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness
   2 Selected Fictions
   2 Questions And Answers 1955
   2 Questions And Answers 1953
   2 Hymn of the Universe
   2 Essays In Philosophy And Yoga
   2 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 04
   2 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03
   2 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02
   2 Aion
   2 Agenda Vol 09
   2 Agenda Vol 06
   2 Agenda Vol 05
   2 Agenda Vol 01

0.00a - Introduction, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism
  For this reason I am especially pleased to be writing an introduction to a new edition of A Garden of Pomegranates. I feel that never, perhaps, was the need more urgent for just such a roadmap as the Qabalistic system provides. It should be equally useful to any who chooses to follow it, whether he be Jew, Christian or Buddhist, Deist, Theosophist, agnostic or atheist.
  The Qabalah is a trustworthy guide, leading to a comprehension both of the Universe and one's own Self. Sages have long taught that Man is a miniature of the Universe, containing within himself the diverse elements of that macrocosm of which he is the microcosm. Within the Qabalah is a glyph called the Tree of Life which is at once a symbolic map of the Universe in its major aspects, and also of its smaller counterpart, Man.
  During a short retirement in North Devon in 1931, I began to amalgamate my notes. It was out of these that A Garden of Pomegranates gradually emerged. I unashamedly admit that my book contains many direct plagiarisms from Crowley, Waite, Eliphas Levi, and D. H. Lawrence. I had incorporated numerous fragments from their works into my notebooks without citing individual references to the various sources from which I condensed my notes.
  Prior to the closing down of the Mandrake Press in London about 1930-31, I was employed as company secretary for a while. Along with several Crowley books, the Mandrake Press published a lovely little monogram by D. H. Lawrence entitled "Apropos of Lady Chatterley's Lover." My own copy accompanied me on my travels for long years. Only recently did I discover that it had been lost. I hope that any one of my former patients who had borrowed it will see fit to return it to me forthwith.
  The last chapter of A Garden deals with the Way of Return. It used almost entirely Crowley's concept of the Path as described in his superb essay "One Star in Sight." In addition to this, I borrowed extensively from Lawrence's Apropos. Somehow, they all fitted together very nicely. In time, all these variegated notes were incorporated into the text without acknowledgment, an oversight which I now feel sure would be forgiven, since I was only twenty-four at the time.
  Some modern Nature-worshippers and members of the newly-washed and redeemed witch-cult have complimented me on this closing chapter which I entitled 'The Ladder." I am pleased about this. For a very long time I was not at all familiar with the topic of witchcraft. I had avoided it entirely, not being attracted to its literature in any way. In fact, I only became slightly conversant with its theme and literature just a few years ago, after reading "The Anatomy of Eve" written by Dr. Leopold Stein, a Jungian analyst. In the middle of his study of four cases, he included a most informative chapter on the subject. This served to stimulate me to wider reading in that area.
  May everyone who reads this new edition of A Garden of Pomegranates be encouraged and inspired to light his own candle of inner vision and begin his journey into the boundless space that lies within himself. Then, through realization of his true identity, each student can become a lamp unto his own path. And more. Awareness of the Truth of his being will rip asunder the veil of unknowing that has heretofore enshrouded the star he already is, permitting the brilliance of his light to illumine the darkness of that part of the Universe in which he abides.

0.00 - INTRODUCTION, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
   In 1847 the Rani purchased twenty acres of land at Dakshineswar, a village about four miles north of Calcutta. Here she created a temple Garden and constructed several temples. Her Ishta, or Chosen Ideal, was the Divine Mother, Kali.
   The temple Garden stands directly on the east bank of the Ganges. The northern section of the land and a portion to the east contain an orchard, flower Gardens, and two small reservoirs. The southern section is paved with brick and mortar. The visitor arriving by boat ascends the steps of an imposing bathing-ghat which leads to the chandni, a roofed terrace, on either side of which stand in a row six temples of Siva. East of the terrace and the Siva temples is a large court, paved, rectangular in shape, and running north and south. Two temples stand in the centre of this court, the larger one, to the south and facing south, being dedicated to Kali, and the smaller one, facing the Ganges, to Radhakanta, that is, Krishna, the Consort of Radha. Nine domes with spires surmount the temple of Kali, and before it stands the spacious natmandir, or music hall, the terrace of which is sup- ported by stately pillars. At the northwest and southwest
   corners of the temple compound are two nahabats, or music towers, from which music flows at different times of day, especially at sunup, noon, and sundown, when the worship is performed in the temples. Three sides of the paved courtyard — all except the west — are lined with rooms set apart for kitchens, store-rooms, dining-rooms, and quarters for the temple staff and guests. The chamber in the northwest angle, just beyond the last of the Siva temples, is of special interest to us; for here Sri Ramakrishna was to spend a considerable part of his life. To the west of this chamber is a semicircular porch overlooking the river. In front of the porch runs a foot-path, north and south, and beyond the path is a large Garden and, below the Garden, the Ganges. The orchard to the north of the buildings contains the Panchavati, the banyan, and the bel-tree, associated with Sri Ramakrishna's spiritual practices. Outside and to the north of the temple compound proper is the kuthi, or bungalow, used by members of Rani Rasmani's family visiting the Garden. And north of the temple Garden, separated from it by a high wall, is a powder-magazine belonging to the British Government.
   --- SIVA
   The whole symbolic world is represented in the temple Garden — the Trinity of the Nature Mother (Kali), the Absolute (Siva), and Love (Radhakanta), the Arch spanning heaven and earth. The terrific Goddess of the Tantra, the soul-enthralling Flute-Player of the Bhagavata, and the Self-absorbed Absolute of the Vedas live together, creating the greatest synthesis of religions. All aspects of Reality are represented there. But of this divine household, Kali is the pivot, the sovereign Mistress. She is Prakriti, the Procreatrix, Nature, the Destroyer, the Creator. Nay, She is something greater and deeper still for those who have eyes to see. She is the Universal Mother, "my Mother" as Ramakrishna would say, the All-powerful, who reveals Herself to Her children under different aspects and Divine Incarnations, the Visible God, who leads the elect to the Invisible Reality; and if it so pleases Her, She takes away the last trace of ego from created beings and merges it in the consciousness of the Absolute, the undifferentiated God. Through Her grace "the finite ego loses itself in the illimitable Ego — Atman — Brahman". (Romain Holland, Prophets of the New India, p. 11.)
   Rani Rasmani spent a fortune for the construction of the temple Garden and another fortune for its dedication ceremony, which took place on May 31, 1855.
   Sri Ramakrishna — henceforth we shall call Gadadhar by this familiar name —1 came to the temple Garden with his elder brother Ramkumar, who was appointed priest of the Kali temple. Sri Ramakrishna did not at first approve of Ramkumar's working for the sudra Rasmani. The example of their orthodox father was still fresh in Sri Ramakrishna's mind. He objected also to the eating of the cooked offerings of the temple, since, according to orthodox Hindu custom, such food can be offered to the Deity only in the house of a brahmin. But the holy atmosphere of the temple grounds, the solitude of the surrounding wood, the loving care of his brother, the respect shown him by Rani Rasmani and Mathur Babu, the living presence of the Goddess Kali in the temple, and; above all, the proximity of the sacred Ganges, which Sri Ramakrishna always held in the highest respect, gradually overcame his disapproval, and he began to feel at home.
   Within a very short time Sri Ramakrishna attracted the notice of Mathur Babu, who was impressed by the young man's religious fervour and wanted him to participate in the worship in the Kali temple. But Sri Ramakrishna loved his freedom and was indifferent to any worldly career. The profession of the priesthood in a temple founded by a rich woman did not appeal to his mind. Further, he hesitated to take upon himself the responsibility for the ornaments and jewelry of the temple. Mathur had to wait for a suitable occasion.
   It is said that samadhi, or trance, no more than opens the portal of the spiritual realm. Sri Ramakrishna felt an unquenchable desire to enjoy God in various ways. For his meditation he built a place in the northern wooded section of the temple Garden. With Hriday's help he planted there five sacred trees. The spot, known as the Panchavati, became the scene of many of his visions.
   As his spiritual mood deepened he more and more felt himself to be a child of the Divine Mother. He learnt to surrender himself completely to Her will and let Her direct him.
   Sri Ramakrishna one day fed a cat with the food that was to be offered to Kali. This was too much for the manager of the temple Garden, who considered himself responsible for the proper conduct of the worship. He reported Sri Ramakrishna's insane behaviour to Mathur Babu.
   Sri Ramakrishna has described the incident: "The Divine Mother revealed to me in the Kali temple that it was She who had become everything. She showed me that everything was full of Consciousness. The image was Consciousness, the altar was Consciousness, the water-vessels were Consciousness, the door-sill was Consciousness, the marble floor was Consciousness — all was Consciousness. I found everything inside the room soaked, as it were, in Bliss — the Bliss of God. I saw a wicked man in front of the Kali temple; but in him also I saw the power of the Divine Mother vibrating. That was why I fed a cat with the food that was to be offered to the Divine Mother. I clearly perceived that all this was the Divine Mother — even the cat. The manager of the temple Garden wrote to Mathur Babu saying that I was feeding the cat with the offering intended for the Divine Mother. But Mathur Babu had insight into the state of my mind. He wrote back to the manager: 'Let him do whatever he likes. You must not say anything to him.'"
   One of the painful ailments from which Sri Ramakrishna suffered at this time was a burning sensation in his body, and he was cured by a strange vision. During worship in the temple, following the scriptural injunctions, he would imagine the presence of the "sinner" in himself and the destruction of this "sinner". One day he was meditating in the Panchavati, when he saw come out of him a red-eyed man of black complexion, reeling like a drunkard. Soon there emerged from him another person, of serene countenance, wearing the ochre cloth of a sannyasi and carrying in his hand a trident. The second person attacked the first and killed him with the trident. Thereafter Sri Ramakrishna was free of his pain.
   Rani Rasmani, the foundress of the temple Garden, passed away in 1861. After her death her son-in-law Mathur became the sole executor of the estate. He placed himself and his resources at the disposal of Sri Ramakrishna and began to look after his physical comfort. Sri Ramakrishna later spoke of him as one of his five "suppliers of stores" appointed by the Divine Mother. Whenever a desire arose in his mind, Mathur fulfilled it without hesitation.
   there, especially the officers of the temple Garden, were struck dumb. Sri Rama- krishna said to Mathur, like a boy: "Just fancy, he too says so! Well, I am glad to learn that after all it is not a disease."
   When, a few days later, Pundit Gauri arrived, another meeting was held, and he agreed with the view of the Brahmani and Vaishnavcharan. To Sri Ramakrishna's remark that Vaishnavcharan had declared him to be an Avatar, Gauri replied: "Is that all he has to say about you? Then he has said very little. I am fully convinced that you are that Mine of Spiritual Power, only a small fraction of which descends on earth, from time to time, in the form of an Incarnation."
   Totapuri arrived at the Dakshineswar temple Garden toward the end of 1864. Perhaps born in the Punjab, he was the head of a monastery in that province of India and claimed leadership of seven hundred sannyasis. Trained from early youth in the disciplines of the Advaita Vedanta, he looked upon the world as an illusion. The gods and goddesses of the dualistic worship were to him mere fantasies of the deluded mind. Prayers, ceremonies, rites, and rituals had nothing to do with true religion, and about these he was utterly indifferent. Exercising self-exertion and unshakable will-power, he had liberated himself from attachment to the sense-objects of the relative universe. For forty years he had practised austere discipline on the bank of the sacred Narmada and had finally realized his identity with the Absolute. Thenceforward he roamed in the world as an unfettered soul, a lion free from the cage. Clad in a loin-cloth, he spent his days under the canopy of the sky alike in storm and sunshine, feeding his body on the slender pittance of alms. He had been visiting the estuary of the Ganges. On his return journey along the bank of the sacred river, led by the inscrutable Divine Will, he stopped at Dakshineswar.
   Totapuri, discovering at once that Sri Ramakrishna was prepared to be a student of Vedanta, asked to initiate him into its mysteries. With the permission of the Divine Mother, Sri Ramakrishna agreed to the proposal. But Totapuri explained that only a sannyasi could receive the teaching of Vedanta. Sri Ramakrishna agreed to renounce the world, but with the stipulation that the ceremony of his initiation into the monastic order be performed in secret, to spare the feelings of his old mother, who had been living with him at Dakshineswar.
   One day, when guru and disciple were engaged in an animated discussion about Vedanta, a servant of the temple Garden came there and took a coal from the sacred fire that had been lighted by the great ascetic. He wanted it to light his tobacco. Totapuri flew into a rage and was about to beat the man. Sri Ramakrishna rocked with laughter. "What a shame!" he cried. "You are explaining to me the reality of Brahman and the illusoriness of the world; yet now you have so far forgotten yourself as to be about to beat a man in a fit of passion. The power of maya is indeed inscrutable!" Totapuri was embarrassed.
   About this time Totapuri was suddenly laid up with a severe attack of dysentery. On account of this miserable illness he found it impossible to meditate. One night the pain became excruciating. He could no longer concentrate on Brahman. The body stood in the way. He became incensed with its demands. A free soul, he did not at all care for the body. So he determined to drown it in the Ganges. Thereupon he walked into the river. But, lo! He walks to the other bank." (This version of the incident is taken from the biography of Sri Ramakrishna by Swami Saradananda, one of the Master's direct disciples.) Is there not enough water in the Ganges? Standing dumbfounded on the other bank he looks back across the water. The trees, the temples, the houses, are silhouetted against the sky. Suddenly, in one dazzling moment, he sees on all sides the presence of the Divine Mother. She is in everything; She is everything. She is in the water; She is on land. She is the body; She is the mind. She is pain; She is comfort. She is knowledge; She is ignorance. She is life; She is death. She is everything that one sees, hears, or imagines. She turns "yea" into "nay", and "nay" into "yea". Without Her grace no embodied being can go beyond Her realm. Man has no free will. He is not even free to die. Yet, again, beyond the body and mind She resides in Her Transcendental, Absolute aspect. She is the Brahman that Totapuri had been worshipping all his life.
   Eight years later, some time in November 1874, Sri Ramakrishna was seized with an irresistible desire to learn the truth of the Christian religion. He began to listen to readings from the Bible, by Sambhu Charan Mallick, a gentleman of Calcutta and a devotee of the Master. Sri Ramakrishna became fascinated by the life and teachings of Jesus. One day he was seated in the parlour of Jadu Mallick's Garden house (This expression is used throughout to translate the Bengali word denoting a rich man's country house set in a Garden.) at Dakshineswar, when his eyes became fixed on a painting of the Madonna and Child. Intently watching it, he became gradually overwhelmed with divine emotion. The figures in the picture took on life, and the rays of light emanating from them entered his soul. The effect of this experience was stronger than that of the vision of Mohammed. In dismay he cried out, "O Mother! What are You doing to me?" And, breaking through the barriers of creed and religion, he entered a new realm of ecstasy. Christ possessed his soul. For three days he did not set foot in the Kali temple. On the fourth day, in the afternoon, as he was walking in the Panchavati, he saw coming toward him a person with beautiful large eyes, serene countenance, and fair skin. As the two faced each other, a voice rang out in the depths of Sri Ramakrishna's soul: "Behold the Christ, who shed His heart's blood for the redemption of the world, who suffered a sea of anguish for love of men. It is He, the Master Yogi, who is in eternal union with God. It is Jesus, Love Incarnate." The Son of Man embraced the Son of the Divine Mother and merged in him. Sri Ramakrishna krishna realized his identity with Christ, as he had already realized his identity with Kali, Rama, Hanuman, Radha, Krishna, Brahman, and Mohammed. The Master went into samadhi and communed with the Brahman with attributes. Thus he experienced the truth that Christianity, too, was a path leading to God-Consciousness. Till the last moment of his life he believed that Christ was an Incarnation of God. But Christ, for him, was not the only Incarnation; there were others — Buddha, for instance, and Krishna.
   In 1872 Sarada Devi paid her first visit to her husband at Dakshineswar. Four years earlier she had seen him at Kamarpukur and had tasted the bliss of his divine company. Since then she had become even more gentle, tender, introspective, serious, and unselfish. She had heard many rumours about her husband's insanity. People had shown her pity in her misfortune. The more she thought, the more she felt that her duty was to be with him, giving him, in whatever measure she could, a wife's devoted service. She was now eighteen years old. Accompanied by her father, she arrived at Dakshineswar, having come on foot the distance of eighty miles. She had had an attack of fever on the way. When she arrived at the temple Garden the Master said sorrowfully: "Ah! You have come too late. My Mathur is no longer here to look after you." Mathur had passed away the previous year.
   The Master took up the duty of instructing his young wife, and this included everything from housekeeping to the Knowledge of Brahman. He taught her how to trim a lamp, how to behave toward people according to their differing temperaments, and how to conduct herself before visitors. He instructed her in the mysteries of spiritual life — prayer, meditation, japa, deep contemplation, and samadhi. The first lesson that Sarada Devi received was: "God is everybody's Beloved, just as the moon is dear to every child. Everyone has the same right to pray to Him. Out of His grace He reveals Himself to all who call upon Him. You too will see Him if you but pray to Him."
   Keshab Chandra Sen and Sri Ramakrishna met for the first time in the Garden house of Jaygopal Sen at Belgharia, a few miles from Dakshineswar, where the great Brahmo leader was staying with some of his disciples. In many respects the two were poles apart, though an irresistible inner attraction was to make them intimate friends. The Master had realized God as Pure Spirit and Consciousness, but he believed in the various forms of God as well. Keshab, on the other hand, regarded image worship as idolatry and gave allegorical explanations of the Hindu deities. Keshab was an orator and a writer of books and magazine articles; Sri Ramakrishna had a horror of lecturing and hardly knew how to write his own name, Keshab's fame spread far and wide, even reaching the distant shores of England; the Master still led a secluded life in the village of Dakshineswar. Keshab emphasized social reforms for India's regeneration; to Sri Ramakrishna God-realization was the only goal of life. Keshab considered himself a disciple of Christ and accepted in a diluted form the Christian sacraments and Trinity; Sri Ramakrishna was the simple child of Kali, the Divine Mother, though he too, in a different way, acknowledged Christ's divinity. Keshab was a householder holder and took a real interest in the welfare of his children, whereas Sri Ramakrishna was a paramahamsa and completely indifferent to the life of the world. Yet, as their acquaintance ripened into friendship, Sri Ramakrishna and Keshab held each other in great love and respect. Years later, at the news of Keshab's death, the Master felt as if half his body had become paralyzed. Keshab's concepts of the harmony of religions and the Motherhood of God were deepened and enriched by his contact with Sri Ramakrishna.
   Sri Ramakrishna, dressed in a red-bordered dhoti, one end of which was carelessly thrown over his left shoulder, came to Jaygopal's Garden house accompanied by Hriday. No one took notice of the unostentatious visitor. Finally the Master said to Keshab, "People tell me you have seen God; so I have come to hear from you about God." A magnificent conversation followed. The Master sang a thrilling song about Kali and forthwith went into samadhi. When Hriday uttered the sacred "Om" in his ears, he gradually came back to consciousness of the world, his face still radiating a divine brilliance. Keshab and his followers were amazed. The contrast between Sri Ramakrishna and the Brahmo devotees was very interesting. There sat this small man, thin and extremely delicate. His eyes were illumined with an inner light. Good humour gleamed in his eyes and lurked in the corners of his mouth. His speech was Bengali of a homely kind with a slight, delightful stammer, and his words held men enthralled by their wealth of spiritual experience, their inexhaustible store of simile and metaphor, their power of observation, their bright and subtle humour, their wonderful catholicity, their ceaseless flow of wisdom. And around him now were the sophisticated men of Bengal, the best products of Western education, with Keshab, the idol of young Bengal, as their leader.
   Keshab's sincerity was enough for Sri Ramakrishna. Henceforth the two saw each other frequently, either at Dakshineswar or at the temple of the Brahmo Samaj. Whenever the Master was in the temple at the time of divine service, Keshab would request him to speak to the congregation. And Keshab would visit the saint, in his turn, with offerings of flowers and fruits.
   Shivanath vehemently criticized the Master for his other-worldly attitude toward his wife. He writes: "Ramakrishna was practically separated from his wife, who lived in her village home. One day when I was complaining to some friends about the virtual widowhood of his wife, he drew me to one side and whispered in my ear: 'Why do you complain? It is no longer possible; it is all dead and gone.' Another day as I was inveighing against this part of his teaching, and also declaring that our program of work in the Brahmo Samaj includes women, that ours is a social and domestic religion, and that we want to give education and social liberty to women, the saint became very much excited, as was his way when anything against his settled conviction was asserted — a trait we so much liked in him — and exclaimed, 'Go, thou fool, go and perish in the pit that your women will dig for you.' Then he glared at me and said: 'What does a Gardener do with a young plant? Does he not surround it with a fence, to protect it from goats and cattle? And when the young plant has grown up into a tree and it can no longer be injured by cattle, does he not remove the fence and let the tree grow freely?' I replied, 'Yes, that is the custom with Gardeners.' Then he remarked, 'Do the same in your spiritual life; become strong, be full-grown; then you may seek them.' To which I replied, 'I don't agree with you in thinking that women's work is like that of cattle, destructive; they are our associates and helpers in our spiritual struggles and social progress' — a view with which he could not agree, and he marked his dissent by shaking his head. Then referring to the lateness of the hour he jocularly remarked, 'It is time for you to depart; take care, do not be late; otherwise your woman will not admit you into her room.' This evoked hearty laughter."
   Pratap Chandra Mazumdar, the right-hand man of Keshab and an accomplished Brahmo preacher in Europe and America, bitterly criticized Sri Ramakrishna's use of uncultured language and also his austere attitude toward his wife. But he could not escape the spell of the Master's personality. In the course of an article about Sri Ramakrishna, Pratap wrote in the "Theistic Quarterly Review": "What is there in common between him and me? I, a Europeanized, civilized, self-centred, semi-sceptical, so-called educated reasoner, and he, a poor, illiterate, unpolished, half-idolatrous, friendless Hindu devotee? Why should I sit long hours to attend to him, I, who have listened to Disraeli and Fawcett, Stanley and Max Muller, and a whole host of European scholars and divines? . . . And it is not I only, but dozens like me, who do the same. . . . He worships Siva, he worships Kali, he worships Rama, he worships Krishna, and is a confirmed advocate of Vedantic doctrines. . . . He is an idolater, yet is a faithful and most devoted meditator on the perfections of the One Formless, Absolute, Infinite Deity. . . . His religion is ecstasy, his worship means transcendental insight, his whole nature burns day and night with a permanent fire and fever of a strange faith and feeling. . . . So long as he is spared to us, gladly shall we sit at his feet to learn from him the sublime precepts of purity, unworldliness, spirituality, and inebriation in the love of God. . . . He, by his childlike bhakti, by his strong conceptions of an ever-ready Motherhood, helped to unfold it [God as our Mother] in our minds wonderfully. . . . By associating with him we learnt to realize better the divine attributes as scattered over the three hundred and thirty millions of deities of mythological India, the gods of the Puranas."
   Contact with the Brahmos increased Sri Ramakrishna's longing to encounter aspirants who would be able to follow his teachings in their purest form. "There was no limit", he once declared, "to the longing I felt at that time. During the day-time I somehow managed to control it. The secular talk of the worldly-minded was galling to me, and I would look wistfully to the day when my own beloved companions would come. I hoped to find solace in conversing with them and relating to them my own realizations. Every little incident would remind me of them, and thoughts of them wholly engrossed me. I was already arranging in my mind what I should say to one and give to another, and so on. But when the day would come to a close I would not be able to curb my feelings. The thought that another day had gone by, and they had not come, oppressed me. When, during the evening service, the temples rang with the sound of bells and conch-shells, I would climb to the roof of the kuthi in the Garden and, writhing in anguish of heart, cry at the top of my voice: 'Come, my children! Oh, where are you? I cannot bear to live without you.' A mother never longed so intensely for the sight of her child, nor a friend for his companions, nor a lover for his sweetheart, as I longed for them. Oh, it was indescribable! Shortly after this period of yearning the devotees1 began to come."
   In the year 1879 occasional writings about Sri Ramakrishna by the Brahmos, in the Brahmo magazines, began to attract his future disciples from the educated middle-class Bengalis, and they continued to come till 1884. But others, too, came, feeling the subtle power of his attraction. They were an ever shifting crowd of people of all castes and creeds: Hindus and Brahmos, Vaishnavas and Saktas, the educated with university degrees and the illiterate, old and young, maharajas and beggars, journalists and artists, pundits and devotees, philosophers and the worldly-minded, jnanis and yogis, men of action and men of faith, virtuous women and prostitutes, office-holders and vagabonds, philanthropists and self-seekers, dramatists and drunkards, builders-up and pullers-down. He gave to them all, without stint, from his illimitable store of realization. No one went away empty-handed. He taught them the lofty .knowledge of the Vedanta and the soul
   But he remained as ever the willing instrument in the hand of God, the child of the Divine Mother, totally untouched by the idea of being a teacher. He used to say that three ideas — that he was a guru, a father, and a master — pricked his flesh like thorns. Yet he was an extraordinary teacher. He stirred his disciples' hearts more by a subtle influence than by actions or words. He never claimed to be the founder of a religion or the organizer of a sect. Yet he was a religious dynamo. He was the verifier of all religions and creeds. He was like an expert Gardener, who prepares the soil and removes the weeds, knowing that the plants will grow because of the inherent power of the seeds, producing each its appropriate flowers and fruits. He never thrust his ideas on anybody. He understood people's limitations and worked on the principle that what is good for one may be bad for another. He had the unusual power of knowing the devotees' minds, even their inmost souls, at the first sight. He accepted disciples with the full knowledge of their past tendencies and future possibilities. The life of evil did not frighten him, nor did religious squeamishness raise anybody in his estimation. He saw in everything the unerring finger of the Divine Mother. Even the light that leads astray was to him the light from God.
   To those who became his intimate disciples the Master was a friend, companion, and playmate. Even the chores of religious discipline would be lightened in his presence. The devotees would be so inebriated with pure joy in his company that they would have no time to ask themselves whether he was an Incarnation, a perfect soul, or a yogi. His very presence was a great teaching; words were superfluous. In later years his disciples remarked that while they were with him they would regard him as a comrade, but afterwards would tremble to think of their frivolities in the presence of such a great person. They had convincing proof that the Master could, by his mere wish, kindle in their hearts the love of God and give them His vision.
   Pratap Hazra, a middle-aged man, hailed from a village near Kamarpukur. He was not altogether unresponsive to religious feelings. On a moment's impulse he had left his home, aged mother, wife, and children, and had found shelter in the temple Garden at Dakshineswar, where he intended to lead a spiritual life. He loved to argue, and the Master often pointed him out as an example of barren argumentation. He was hypercritical of others and cherished an exaggerated notion of his own spiritual advancement. He was mischievous and often tried to upset the minds of the Master's young disciples, criticizing them for their happy and joyous life and asking them to devote their time to meditation. The Master teasingly compared Hazra to Jatila and Kutila, the two women who always created obstructions in Krishna's sport with the gopis, and said that Hazra lived at Dakshineswar to "thicken the plot" by adding complications.
   The Master wanted to train Narendra in the teachings of the non-dualistic Vedanta philosophy. But Narendra, because of his Brahmo upbringing, considered it wholly blasphemous to look on man as one with his Creator. One day at the temple Garden he laughingly said to a friend: "How silly! This jug is God! This cup is God! Whatever we see is God! And we too are God! Nothing could be more absurd." Sri Ramakrishna came out of his room and gently touched him. Spellbound, he immediately perceived that everything in the world was indeed God. A new universe opened around him. Returning home in a dazed state, he found there too that the food, the plate, the eater himself, the people around him, were all God. When he walked in the street, he saw that the cabs, the horses, the streams of people, the buildings, were all Brahman. He could hardly go about his day's business. His parents became anxious about him and thought him ill. And when the intensity of the experience abated a little, he saw the world as a dream. Walking in the public square, he would strike his head against the iron railings to know whether they were real. It took him a number of days to recover his normal self. He had a foretaste of the great experiences yet to come and realized that the words of the Vedanta were true.
   At the beginning of 1884 Narendra's father suddenly died of heart-failure, leaving the family in a state of utmost poverty. There were six or seven mouths to feed at home. Creditors were knocking at the door. Relatives who had accepted his father's unstinted kindness now became enemies, some even bringing suit to deprive Narendra of his ancestral home. Actually starving and barefoot, Narendra searched for a job, but without success. He began to doubt whether anywhere in the world there was such a thing as unselfish sympathy. Two rich women made evil proposals to him and promised to put an end to his distress; but he refused them with contempt.
   Unsurpassed among the woman devotees of the Master in the richness of her devotion and spiritual experiences was Aghoremani Devi, an orthodox brahmin woman. Widowed at an early age, she had dedicated herself completely to spiritual pursuits. Gopala, the Baby Krishna, was her Ideal Deity, whom she worshipped following the vatsalya attitude of the Vaishnava religion, regarding Him as her own child. Through Him she satisfied her unassuaged maternal love, cooking for Him, feeding Him, bathing Him, and putting Him to bed. This sweet intimacy with Gopala won her the sobriquet of Gopal Ma, or Gopala's Mother. For forty years she had lived on the bank of the Ganges in a small, bare room, her only companions being a threadbare copy of the Ramayana and a bag containing her rosary. At the age of sixty, in 1884, she visited Sri Ramakrishna at Dakshineswar. During the second visit, as soon as the Master saw her, he said: "Oh, you have come! Give me something to eat." With great hesitation she gave him some ordinary sweets that she had purchased for him on the way. The Master ate them with relish and asked her to bring him simple curries or sweets prepared by her own hands. Gopal Ma thought him a queer kind of monk, for, instead of talking of God, he always asked for food. She did not want to visit him again, but an irresistible attraction brought her back to the temple Garden; She carried with her some simple curries that she had cooked herself.
   One early morning at three o'clock, about a year later, Gopal Ma was about to finish her daily devotions, when she was startled to find Sri Ramakrishna sitting on her left, with his right hand clenched, like the hand of the image of Gopala. She was amazed and caught hold of the hand, whereupon the figure vanished and in its place appeared the real Gopala, her Ideal Deity. She cried aloud with joy. Gopala begged her for butter. She pleaded her poverty and gave Him some dry coconut candies. Gopala, sat on her lap, snatched away her rosary, jumped on her shoulders, and moved all about the room. As soon as the day broke she hastened to Dakshineswar like an insane woman. Of course Gopala accompanied her, resting His head on her shoulder. She clearly saw His tiny ruddy feet hanging over her breast. She entered Sri Ramakrishna's room. The Master had fallen into samadhi. Like a child, he sat on her lap, and she began to feed him with butter, cream, and other delicacies. After some time he regained consciousness and returned to his bed. But the mind of Gopala's Mother was still roaming in another plane. She was steeped in bliss. She saw Gopala frequently entering the Master's body and again coming out of it. When she returned to her hut, still in a dazed condition, Gopala accompanied her.
   In 1881 Hriday was dismissed from service in the Kali temple, for an act of indiscretion, and was ordered by the authorities never again to enter the Garden. In a way the hand of the Divine Mother may be seen even in this. Having taken care of Sri Ramakrishna during the stormy days of his spiritual discipline, Hriday had come naturally to consider himself the sole guardian of his uncle. None could approach the Master without his knowledge. And he would be extremely jealous if Sri Ramakrishna paid attention to anyone else. Hriday's removal made it possible for the real devotees of the Master to approach him freely and live with him in the temple Garden.
   During the week-ends the householders, enjoying a respite from their office duties, visited the Master. The meetings on Sunday afternoons were of the nature of little festivals. Refreshments were often served. Professional musicians now and then sang devotional songs. The Master and the devotees sang and danced, Sri Ramakrishna frequently going into ecstatic moods. The happy memory of such a Sunday would linger long in the minds of the devotees. Those whom the Master wanted for special instruction he would ask to visit him on Tuesdays and Saturdays. These days were particularly auspicious for the worship of Kali.
   When Sri Ramakrishna's illness showed signs of aggravation, the devotees, following the advice of Dr. Sarkar, rented a spacious Garden house at Cossipore, in the northern suburbs of Calcutta. The Master was removed to this place on December 11, 1885.
   It was at Cossipore that the curtain fell on the varied activities of the Master's life on the physical plane. His soul lingered in the body eight months more. It was the period of his great Passion, a constant crucifixion of the body and the triumphant revelation of the Soul. Here one sees the humanity and divinity of the Master passing and repassing across a thin border line. Every minute of those eight months was suffused with touching tenderness of heart and breath-taking elevation of spirit. Every word he uttered was full of pathos and sublimity.
   It took the group only a few days to become adjusted to the new environment. The Holy Mother, assisted by Sri Ramakrishna's niece, Lakshmi Devi, and a few woman devotees, took charge of the cooking for the Master and his attendants. Surendra willingly bore the major portion of the expenses, other householders contributing according to their means. Twelve disciples were constant attendants of the Master: Narendra, Rakhal, Baburam, Niranjan, Jogin, Latu, Tarak, the-elder Gopal, Kali, Sashi, Sarat, and the younger Gopal. Sarada, Harish, Hari, Gangadhar, and Tulasi visited the Master from time to time and practised sadhana at home. Narendra, preparing for his law examination, brought his books to the Garden house in order to continue his studies during the infrequent spare moments. He encouraged his brother disciples to intensify their meditation, scriptural studies, and other spiritual disciplines. They all forgot their relatives and their
   worldly duties.
   "I shall make the whole thing public before I go", the Master had said some time before. On January 1, 1886, he felt better and came down to the Garden for a little stroll. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon. Some thirty lay disciples were in the hall or sitting about under the trees. Sri Ramakrishna said to Girish, "Well, Girish, what have you seen in me, that you proclaim me before everybody as an Incarnation of God?" Girish was not the man to be taken by surprise. He knelt before the Master and said, with folded hands, "What can an insignificant person like myself say about the One whose glory even sages like Vyasa and Valmiki could not adequately measure?" The Master was profoundly moved. He said: "What more shall I say? I bless you all. Be illumined!" He fell into a spiritual mood. Hearing these words the devotees, one and all, became overwhelmed with emotion. They rushed to him and fell at his feet. He touched them all, and each received an appropriate benediction. Each of them, at the touch of the Master, experienced ineffable bliss. Some laughed, some wept, some sat down to meditate, some began to pray. Some saw light, some had visions of their Chosen Ideals, and some felt within their bodies the rush of spiritual power.
   Narendra, consumed with a terrific fever for realization, complained to the Master that all the others had attained peace and that he alone was dissatisfied. The Master asked what he wanted. Narendra begged for samadhi, so that he might altogether forget the world for three or four days at a time. "You are a fool", the Master rebuked him. "There is a state even higher than that. Isn't it you who sing, 'All that exists art Thou'? First of all settle your family affairs and then come to me. You will experience a state even higher than samadhi."
   While the devotees were returning to the Garden house, carrying the urn with the sacred ashes, a calm resignation came to their souls and they cried, "Victory unto the Guru!"
   The Holy Mother was weeping in her room, not for her husband, but because she felt that Mother Kali had left her. As she was about to put on the marks of a Hindu widow, in a moment of revelation she heard the words of faith, "I have only passed from one room to another."

0.00 - The Book of Lies Text, #The Book of Lies, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
     Gardens, South Hampstead, London, N.W. (when
    this comment was written).

0.00 - THE GOSPEL PREFACE, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  This epoch-making event of his life came about in a very strange way. M. belonged to a joint family with several collateral members. Some ten years after he began his career as an educationist, bitter quarrels broke out among the members of the family, driving the sensitive M. to despair and utter despondency. He lost all interest in life and left home one night to go into the wide world with the idea of ending his life. At dead of night he took rest in his sister's house at Baranagar, and in the morning, accompanied by a nephew Siddheswar, he wandered from one Garden to another in Calcutta until Siddheswar brought him to the Temple Garden of Dakshineswar where Sri Ramakrishna was then living. After spending some time in the beautiful rose Gardens there, he was directed to the room of the Paramahamsa, where the eventful meeting of the Master and the disciple took place on a blessed evening (the exact date is not on record) on a Sunday in March 1882. As regards what took place on the occasion, the reader is referred to the opening section of the first chapter of the Gospel.
  The Master, who divined the mood of desperation in M, his resolve to take leave of this 'play-field of deception', put new faith and hope into him by his gracious words of assurance: "God forbid! Why should you take leave of this world? Do you not feel blessed by discovering your Guru? By His grace, what is beyond all imagination or dreams can be easily achieved!" At these words the clouds of despair moved away from the horizon of M.'s mind, and the sunshine of a new hope revealed to him fresh vistas of meaning in life. Referring to this phase of his life, M. used to say, "Behold! where is the resolve to end life, and where, the discovery of God! That is, sorrow should be looked upon as a friend of man. God is all good." ( Ibid P.33.)
  M. spent his weekends and holidays with the monastic brethren who, after the Master's demise, had formed themselves into an Order with a Math at Baranagore, and participated in the intense life of devotion and meditation that they followed. At other times he would retire to Dakshineswar or some Garden in the city and spend several days in spiritual practice taking simple self-cooked food. In order to feel that he was one with all mankind he often used to go out of his home at dead of night, and like a wandering Sannysin, sleep with the waifs on some open verandah or footpath on the road.
  After the Master's demise, M. went on pilgrimage several times. He visited Banras, Vrindvan, Ayodhy and other places. At Banras he visited the famous Trailinga Swmi and fed him with sweets, and he had long conversations with Swami Bhaskarananda, one of the noted saintly and scholarly Sannysins of the time. In 1912 he went with the Holy Mother to Banras, and spent about a year in the company of Sannysins at Banras, Vrindvan, Hardwar, Hrishikesh and Swargashram. But he returned to Calcutta, as that city offered him the unique opportunity of associating himself with the places hallowed by the Master in his lifetime. Afterwards he does not seem to have gone to any far-off place, but stayed on in his room in the Morton School carrying on his spiritual ministry, speaking on the Master and his teachings to the large number of people who flocked to him after having read his famous Kathmrita known to English readers as The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna.

0.01 - Letters from the Mother to Her Son, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  and contains several buildings with courtyards and Gardens. We
  have just bought, repaired and comfortably furnished one of
  variety of goods, nearly all imported from France, large Gardens
  for flowers, vegetables and fruits, a dairy, a bakery, etc., etc.! -

0.04 - Letters to a Sadhak, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  bullocks from the Agricultural Garden.
  13 July 1932

0.05 - Letters to a Child, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  exercise (such as Gardening for example).
  25 February 1935

01.13 - T. S. Eliot: Four Quartets, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The laughter in the Garden, echoed ecstasy
   Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony

0 1956-09-14, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
   I feel a bit lost, cut off from you. The idea of going to the Himalayas is absurd and I am abandoning it. My friends tell me that I may remain with them as long as I wish, but this is hardly a solution; I dont even feel like writing a book any longernothing seems to appeal to me except the trees in this Garden and the music that fills a large part of my days. There is no solution other than the Ashram or Brazil. You alone can tell me what to do.
   I KNOW that ultimately my place is near you, but is that my place at present, after all these failings? Spontaneously, it is you I want, you alone who represent the light and all that is real in this world; I can love no one but you nor be interested in anything but this thing within me, but will it not all begin again once I have returned to the Ashram? You alone know the stage I am at, what is good for me, what is possible.

0 1960-07-18 - triple time vision, Questions and Answers is like circling around the Garden, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
  object:0_1960-07-18 - triple time vision, Questions and Answers is like circling around the Garden
  author class:The Mother
   As the experiences unfold, these old Questions and Answers give me the feeling of someone circling outside a Garden while describing whats inside it. But a day comes when you enter the Garden, and then you know a little better whats inside. And Im starting to enter. Im starting.

0 1961-02-04, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Theon always told me that the true interpretation of the Biblical story of the serpent in the Garden of Eden is that humanity wanted to pass from a state of animal-like divinity to the state of conscious divinity by means of mental development, symbolized by eating the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. And this serpent, which Theon always said was iridescent, reflecting all the colors of the prism, was not at all the spirit of evil, but the power of evolution the force, the power of evolution. And it was natural that this power of evolution would make them taste the fruit of knowledge.
   Now, according to Theon, Jehovah was the chief of the Asuras,6 the supreme Asura, the egoistic God who wanted to dominate everything and keep everything under his control. And of course this act made him furious, for it enabled mankind to become gods through the power of an evolution of consciousness. And thats why he banished them from Paradise.

0 1961-04-12, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I had a nice photo of him with a Sanskrit dedication, placed on top of a kind of wardrobe in my bedroom. I open the door and the photo falls. (There was no draft or anything.) It fell and the glass broke into smithereens. Immediately I said, Oh! Something has happened to Fontenay. (That was his name: Charles de Fontenay.) After that I came back down from my room, and then I hear a miaowing at the door (the door opened onto a large Garden courtyard1). I open the door: a cat bursts in and jumps on me, like that (Mother thumps her breast). I speak to him: What is it, whats the matter? He drops to the ground and looks at meFontenays eyes! Absolutely! No one elses. And he just stayed put, he didnt want to go. I said to myself, Fontenay is dead.
   The news came a week later. But the newspapers gave the date when they had moved out of the trenches and been killedit had been on that day.
   And, an incredible thing this cat was very pretty, but she had a wretched tail, a tail like an ordinary cat; and one day when I was with her at the window, one of the neighbors cats wandered into the Gardenan angora with three colors, three very prominent colors, and such a beautiful tail trailing behind! So I said (my cat was just beside me), Oh! Just see how beautiful she is! What a beautiful tail she has! And I could see my cat looking at her. My child, in her next litter she had one exactly like that! How did she manage it? I dont know. Three prominent colors and a magnificent tail! Did she hunt up a male angora? Or did she just will for it intensely?
   They are really something, you cant imagine! Once, when she was due to give birth and was very heavy, she was walking along the window ledge and I dont know what happened, but she fell. She had wanted to jump from the ledge, but she lost her footing and fell. It must have injured something. The kittens didnt come right away, they came later, but three of them were deformed (there were six in all). Well, when she saw how they were, she simply sat on themkilled them as soon as they were born. Such incredible wisdom! (They were completely deformed: the hind paws were turned the wrong way roundthey would have had an impossible life.)

0 1961-05-23, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   So all these things [the earlier Questions and Answers] seem quite childish to me, quite childishirrelevant chatter. You are outside the Garden talking about what is within. It would be best to delete the whole thing.
   (In vain, Satprem protests, complaining that Mother always wants to delete everything.)

0 1961-08-05, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Then comes what Theon called the nervous sub-level, which lies between this subtle physical and the vital. And it acts as a protection: if it is stable, harmonious and strong, it protects youit protects you even physicallyfrom contagious diseases, for instance, and even from accidents. I experienced it when I was living at Val-de-Grce. It was the year I resolved to attain union with the psychic being and I was concentrated on this from morning to night and night to morning. Every day I spent some time in the Luxembourg Gardens. They were right near the house, but to get there I had to go all the way down Rue du Val-de-Grce and cross Boulevard Saint Michel, where there were streetcars, automobiles, buses the whole circus. I would remain in my concentration the whole time, and once, while crossing the boulevard, I felt a shock about this far from my body [slightly more than arms length], so spontaneously I jumped backjust enough for the streetcar to pass by. I hadnt heard anything; I was totally absorbed, and without that warning I would surely have been run over; instead, I jumped back just in time, and the streetcar sped by. I understood then that this nervous sheath was something entirely concrete, because what I had felt was not an idea of danger but a shocka material SHOCK.
   So its true that as long as this envelope is strong and undamaged, you are protected. But for instance, if you are over-tired or worried or flusteredanything that brings disorder into the atmosphere seems to make holes in this envelope, and all kinds of things can enter.

0 1961-09-16, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Its curious, all the complications seemed to be there (Mother touches her temples), very complicated and very difficult to adjust; and then when he said, Be simplehow strangeit was like a light coming from his eyes, as if one had suddenly emerged into a Garden of light.
   It gave that impressionlike a Garden bathed in light.
   Such great insistence on the simple thing: say simply what you see or what you knowsimple, simple. A simplicity it was altogether the impression of a joyous Garden.
   Be simple, be simple.
   But Sri Aurobindo wants us to have the same simple joy as a blossoming rose: Be simple, be simple, be simple. And when I hear it or see it, its like a rivulet of golden light, like a fragrant Gardenall, all, all is open. Be simple.
   So you see, mon petit

0 1962-02-27, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I have had hundreds and hundreds of experiences like thatinformed just at the last moment (not one second too soon)and in very different circumstances. Once in Paris I was crossing the Boulevard Saint Michel (I had resolved to attain union with the psychic presence, the inner Divine, within a certain number of months, and these were the last weeks I was thinking of nothing but that, engrossed in that alone). I lived near the Luxembourg Gardens and was going there for a stroll, to sit in the Gardens that eveningstill indrawn. I came to a kind of intersectionnot a very sensible place to cross when youre interiorized! So, in that state, I started to cross when all of a sudden I had a shock, as if something had hit me, and I instinctively jumped back. As I jumped back a streetcar rushed by. I had felt the streetcar at a little more than arms length. It had touched my aura, the protective aura (that aura was very strong at the time I was deep into occultism and knew how to maintain it). My protective aura was touched, and it literally threw me backwards, just like a physical shock. Accompanied by the drivers insults!
   I leapt back just in time, and the streetcar passed by.
   For the subtler senses, the method is to create an exact image of what you want, make contact with the corresponding vibration and then concentrate and practice. For instance, you practice seeing through an object, or hearing through a sound2 or seeing at a distance. As an example, I was once bedridden for several months, which I found quite boring I wanted to see. I was staying in one room and beyond that room was another little room and after that a sort of bridge; in the middle of the Garden the bridge changed into a stairway going down into a very spacious and beautiful studio built in the middle of the Garden.3 I wanted to go see what was happening in the studio I was bored stiff in my room! So I stayed very still, shut my eyes and gradually, gradually sent out my consciousness. I did the exercise regularly, day after day, at a set hour. You begin with your imagination, and then it becomes a fact. After a while, I distinctly sensed my vision physically moving: I followed it and saw things going on downstairs I knew absolutely nothing about. I would verify it in the evening, asking, Did it happen like this? Was that how it was?
   But each of these things must be practiced for months, patiently, almost stubbornly. You take the senses one after another: hearing, sight, and eventually even the subtle aspects of taste, smell and touch.

0 1962-07-14, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   In fact, this too is tied in with to die unto death. Because, just imagine, why on earth do I invariably see the experience of the 12th to 13th on my left (gesture to the left)? And rather distant, as though I had returned along a LEVEL path (horizontal gesture) from there back to my body. Out there (to the left), I didnt have it any more! I didnt have it I existed in FULL consciousness, but I no longer had my body. Thats what makes me say my body was dead. I no longer had it. The experience was far, FAR away from here (I dont mean in the Garden!) somewhere. Somewhere very far away to the left, in the physical consciousness. And when I had traveled back here along a level path, I noticed that there was still a body.2
   But this body is no longer MY body it is A body.

0 1962-10-27, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   The first zone you encounter is the zone of painting, sculpture, architecture: everything that has a material form. It is the zone of forms, colored forms that are expressed as paintings, sculptures, and architecture. They are not forms as we know them, but rather typal forms; you can see Garden types, for instance, wonderfully colored and beautiful, or construction types.
   Then comes the musical zone, and there you find the origin of the sounds that have inspired the various composers. Great waves of music, without sound. It seems a bit strange, but thats how it is.

0 1963-03-19, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I came across a man who had that blue light but I found him rather formidable. He looked after all the religious rites and priests of B.s state. He came here and asked to see me. I saw him on a December 9 (I think) when I paid a visit to the estate at Aryankuppam. I was walking in the Gardens when suddenly I felt something pulling at meand none too gently! I turned around and saw a tall man, standing and staring at me. So (I didnt know who he was, no one had told me), I stared back and simply answered his impudence! And pfft! it just fell off. I was surprised. Later (I had not yet been told who he was), he asked to see me. When he entered the room, I felt I felt a solid being. I dont know how to define it, I had never before felt it in a human beingsolid. As solid as rock. Extraordinarily solidcoagulated, an edifice. And quite powerful, I must say. Not like an arrow (gesture upward) but all around him. Then it was very funny (because theres no doubt he must have had an awesome effect on people instantly, without a word or anything), but I answered in my own way, with something else!
   He entered the room wearing some kind of religious headdress, I cant say what, and intending to be very arrogant. He went past me stiffly, and suddenly what do I see but the man do his pranam.2 He stepped back, took off his hat and did his pranam. And stayed that way for nearly a quarter of an hour. And it was interesting, his response was interesting. Then he started talking to me (someone translatedhe spoke in Hindi, I think), asking me to take care of B. I said something in turn, and then thought strongly, Now, time is up, it cant last forever! (He had already been there for more than fifteen minutes.) And suddenly I see him stiffen, put his thing back on his head, and go.

0 1963-06-29, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   But clay, that was something really newand lovely! Pink. Pink, a warm, golden pink. They were cutting out [of the clay] rooms, stairways, ship decks and funnels, captains cabins. Sri Aurobindo himself is as he was, but more with a harmony of form: very, very broad here (in the chest), broad and solid. And very agile: he comes and goes, sits down, gets up, always with great majesty. His color is a sort of golden bronze, a color like the coagulation of his supramental gold, of his golden supramental being; as if it were very concentrated and coagulated to fashion his appearance; and it doesnt reflect light: it seems as if lit from within (but it doesnt radiate), and it doesnt cast any shadows. But perfectly natural, it doesnt surprise you, the most natural thing in the world: thats the way he is. Ageless; his hair has the same color as his body: he has hair, but you cant say if its hair, its the same color; the eyes too: a golden look. Yet its perfectly natural, nothing surprising. He sits down just as he used to, with his leg as he used to put it [the right leg in front], and at the same time, when he gets up, he is agile: he comes and goes. Then when he went out of the house (he had told me he would have to go, he had an appointment with someone: he had promised to see two people, he had to go), he went out into a big Garden, and down to the boatwhich wasnt exactly a boat, it was a flat boatand he had to go to the captains cabin (he had to see the captain about some work), but it was with that boat that he was returning to his room elsewherehe has a room elsewhere. Then after a while I thought, Ill follow him so I can see. So I followed him; as long as I saw him in front of me I followed him. And when I came to the boat, I saw it was entirely built out of pink clay! Some workmen were working thereadmirable workmen. So Sri Aurobindo went down quite naturally, down into the ship under construction, without (I dont think there were any stairs), and I followed him down. Then I saw him enter the captains room; as he had told me he had some work to do, I thought (laughing), I dont want to meddle in others business! Ill go back home (and I did well, I was already late in waking up!), Ill go back home. And I saw one of the workmen leaving (as Sri Aurobindo had come back to the ship, they stopped the work). He was leaving. I called him, but he didnt know my language or any of the languages I know; so I called him in thought and asked him to pull me up, as I was below and there was a sheer wall of slippery clay. Then he smiled and with his head he said, I certainly dont mind helping you, but it isnt necessary! You can climb up all by yourself. And indeed he held out his hand, I took it (I only touched him slightly), and climbed up all by myself without the slightest difficulty I was weightless! I didnt have to pull at his hand, he didnt pull me up. And as soon as I was up, I went back home I woke up and found myself in my bed five minutes later than my usual time.
   But what struck me was the clayit means something very material, doesnt it? And pink! A pink, oh, lovely! A golden pink.

0 1963-07-17, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   A few days afterwards, as Satprem was referring to these "constructions," Mother interrupted him with this observation: "Last night, it wasn't that way! I spent more than an hour in all the possible theosophical groups, and they had magnificent buildings! They were rather old (!), but magnificent anyway, with Gardens, halls, auditoriumsmagnificent places. But there was no sign of any new construction. It was solid with hundreds and hundreds of very busy people. I was there for more than two hours. Which means there are places where no construction is going onpeople live in what has already been built."
   Mother is referring to her own answer in the form of help or action.

0 1963-08-07, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Its giving me the same kind of nights again. But its odd, I dont know what it means, last night there were buildings made of a kind of red granite, and many Japanese. Japanese women sewing and making ladies dresses and fabrics; Japanese youths climbing up and down the buildings with great agility; and everybody was very nice. But it was always the same thing (gesture of a collapse or a fall into a hole): you know, a path opens up, you walk on it, and after a while, plop! it all collapses. And there was a young Japanese man who was climbing up and down the place absolutely like a monkey, with extraordinary ease: Oh, I thought, but thats what I should do! But when I approached the spot, the things he used to climb up and down vanished! Finally, after a while, I made a decision: I will go just the same, and found myself downstairs. There I met some people and all sorts of things took place. But what I found interesting was that all the buildings (there were a great many of them, countless buildings!) were made of a kind of red porphyry. It was very beautiful, Granite or porphyry, there were both. Wide stairs, big halls, large Gardenseven in the Gardens there were constructions.
   But outwardly, difficulties are coming back, in the sense that the Chinese seem to be seized again with a zeal to conquer they are massing troops at the border.
   Lets take a practical example [Mother smiles ironically at the practical! on another level than the corporeal level: say you have a Garden invaded by crows and sparrows that are eating everything, insects, negligent Gardeners. So you have a choice: either you wear yourself out and get worked up about it but you keep the Garden, or you react against your reaction and you say, All right, I wont say anything, let things go as they like, and then everything gets spoiled.
   Yes, yes.
   Will the Garden not be eaten up by the insects? Thats the question.
   We dont make the experiment!
   I saw in France a patch of Garden: it was surrounded by walls, and the land had belonged to someone who took great care of it and had planted flowers in it. It was fairly large, but completely enclosed. That person died. It was in southern France. He died and no one (there were no heirs), no one looked after the Garden: it was closed and stayed that way. I saw that Garden I dont remember now, but certainly more than five years afterwards. It probably happened that the lock broke little by little and came loose; I pushed the door open and entered. Ive never seen anything more beautiful! There werent any paths any more, there was no order any more, nothing but confusion but what confusion! Ive never seen anything more beautiful. I stood there in a sort of ecstasy. There is a book (I think its Le Paradou by Zola) in which there is a description of a fairy placeit was just like that: all the flowers and plants entangled, in an absolutely disorderly growth, but with a harmony of another type, a much vaster, much stronger harmony.
   It was extraordinarily beautiful.
   So your Garden is in trouble!?
   No, no! I was taking it as an example.

0 1963-09-25, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   And when I came downstairs (it wasnt like here: everyone had his own house and Garden, it was a huge estate), I went straight to my bathroom. I open the door and whom do I find there but someone (I recognized him, but I wont name him) who was using itWell, I thought, thats a fine thing! And I closed the door again. All kinds of details, it lasted more than an hour. And you know, the number of things that can happen in an hour and a half at night.
   Once again I was tall I am always tall. But I hadnt dressed as I do usually: I wore a short dress. There were lots of people there; I recognized everyone, I could hear everyones voice, it was very, very distinct. And there were two girls (not girls, theyre women now, but to me they were like girls), two girls talking to each other and saying, How strong her legs are! (Its symbolic.) And at the same time, I saw my legs as if there were a mirror to show them to me! I had a short dress and I saw my legs and my two feet with shoes onmy feet had shoes on. And a short dress. Very active.

0 1963-10-03, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   N. had a dream last night in which Sri Aurobindo gave her many things, then I came and gave her two Grace flowers. And in the morning, she wakes up, goes to her Garden on the tree were two Grace flowers.
   Its amusing.

0 1964-04-14, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   How empty the days arethey are full of empty things, of empty people and empty movement. You feel you must constantly pull down the Force in order to fill up this enormous Emptiness, or else you would be utterly crushed. I keep my watch by Indian time, so that I always know where you are, although I never know what time it is in France! I have to make a complicated calculation and subtract four and a half hours: its now 2:30 P.M. in our Garden, therefore 10 A.M. here, and I have an appointment. I will probably see Corra1 tomorrow. My friend M. tells me that they definitely agree to publish the book, but they would like to cut certain passages! So I will have to argue to try and keep my book more or less whole! What a world! I will write to Mother tomorrow, once I know what the publishers demands are.
   I have to see a doctor day after tomorrow but no doctor can close the hole in my heart.

0 1964-07-31, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Before he broke his leg, Sri Aurobindo used to walk from the street over there up to the Garden here, straight through the rooms for a precise length of time. And to make sure he didnt walk for too long or too short a time, he had four wall clocks placed at a certain distance from each other, all synchronized; the last one was here and the first one was in his room, near him. One day, as he was walking as usual, he looked at the first clock: stopped; he looks at the second clock (he used to wind them himself): stopped, at the same time; looks at the third clock: stopped, at the same time; the fourth clock: stopped, at the same time. I was meditating at the time, and I heard him exclaim, Oh, that is a bad joke! And they all started up again one after the other.
   That I saw with my own eyes (and he wasnt under any illusions, nor was I). I asked him, What happened? He told me, See, all the clocks have stopped, and all the clocks started up again.

0 1965-06-14, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   For snakes, for instance, its quite remarkable. Some, when they dream of snakes, have the feeling theyre going to meet with catastrophes; I myself have had all sorts of dreams with snakes: I had to go through Gardens full of snakes everywhereon the ground, in the trees, everywhere and not kindly snakes! But I knew very well what it meant; during the dream itself I knew it: it depended on certain mental conditions around me and ill willmental ill will.2 But if you have mental control and power, you can go through, they cannot touch you. And other people, when they see a snake, think it is the universal consciousness. So we cant say. Thon used to say that the serpent is the symbol of evolution, and those who were with him always saw rainbow-colored serpents, with all the colors, and it was the symbol of universal evolution Basically, to tell the truth, everyone has his own symbolism And for myself, I have seen that it depended on the periods in my life, on the activities, on the degree of development. There are things I see again now in which I see another meaning, which was behind the meaning I had seen.
   Its very interesting, but it belongs entirely to the domain of relativity.

0 1965-06-23, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   The international section We have already approached a number of ambassadors and countries so each country would have its pavilion there: a pavilion for every country (that was my old idea); some have already accepted, anyhow its under way. Each pavilion has its own Garden with, as far as possible, a selection of the plants and produce of the country represented. If they have enough money and space, they can also have a sort of small museum or permanent exhibition of the achievements of the country. And the pavilion should be built according to the architecture of the country represented: it should be like a document of information. Then depending on the amount of money they want to put in, they can also have quarters for students, conference rooms, etc., the countrys cuisine, a restaurant of the country they can have all sorts of developments.
   Image 2
   In the old formation I had made, there had to be a hill and a river. A hill was necessary because Sri Aurobindos house was on top of the hill. But Sri Aurobindo was there, in the center. It was arranged according to the plan of my symbol, that is to say, a central point with Sri Aurobindo and all that concerns Sri Aurobindos life, then four large petals (which werent the same as in this drawing, they were something different), then twelve petals around (the city proper), then around that, there were the disciples residential quarters (you know my symbol: instead of [partition] lines, there are strips; well, the last circular strip formed the residential place of the disciples), and everyone had his house and his Garden: a little house and a Garden for everyone. And there were means of communication; I wasnt sure if it was individual transportation or collective transportation (like those small open trams in the mountains, you know) that crossed the city in all directions to bring the disciples back to the center of the city. And around all that, there was a wall with entrance gates and guards at each gate, so people entered only with permission. And there was no money: within the walls, no money; at the various entrance gates, people found banks and counters where they deposited their money and received in exchange tickets with which they could have lodging, food, this and that. But no money. And inside, absolutely nothing, no one had any money the tickets were only for visitors, who entered only with a permit. It was a fantastic organization. No money, I didnt want money!
   Oh, Ive forgotten one thing in my plan: I wanted to build a workers housing estate. But it should be part of the industrial section (perhaps an extension on the edge of the industrial section).

0 1966-07-27, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Today is the birthday of Jyotin, the Gardener. He brought me this, look! (Mother gives a double pink lotus) Its beautiful.
   The day man will be like this

0 1967-05-03, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   We have a small place called Promesse, where there will be six or eight rooms, an office which will be Aurovilles first administrative office, and also a guest house with a few rooms, five or six rooms for visitors. Its quite a small place, with a pretty Garden and trees, on the Madras road. Its on Aurovilles outer border. And so its being built. There will be a lotus pond in the middle and a sort of big bowl, made of marble, I think, on which this text will be engraved (in French) to let people passing by know what Auroville is.

0 1968-02-07, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I dont know if its our perception that progresses, or if really, as Sri Aurobindo said, When the supramental Force comes on the earth, there will be a response EVERYWHERE. It seems to me to be that, because these flowers are so, so vibrant, full of life. In the morning I always arrange them (its a work that takes me at least three quarters of an hour, there are more than a hundred flowers in different vases that I have to arrange, and to each person I give a special sort of flower I arrange all that), and in the vases, some flowers say, Me! And indeed they are just what I need. They call out to me to say, Me!But thats not new, because when I was in Japan, I had a large Garden and I had cultivated part of it to grow vegetables; in the morning I would go down to the Garden to get the vegetables to be eaten that day, and some of them here, there, there (scattered gesture) would say, Me! Me! Me! Like that. So I would go and pick them. They literally called me, they called me.
   Thats a long time ago, nineteen hundred and when was it? It was in 1916-17, so thats forty years ago.

0 1968-09-21, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Before going to sleep, Satprem saw all kinds of suggestions pass by, in particular one showing Sujata thrown down into a water tank that is being dug in the Garden. A few hours later, Sujata was thrown down very near the water tank, against an iron bar in the wall. Thus the really serious accident was averted and turned into a minor one (which, nevertheless, barely missed piercing Sujata's eye).
   Mother means those attacks are the result of a conscious will somewhere.

0 1969-08-23, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Its for the education of children, taken very small. They are left free in a place, they do what they likeabsolutely free, with all they need at their disposal. So those who spend their time fighting are said to have a fighting character! (Mother laughs) Some remain all alone, others come togetherfrom all that their characters are determined. So she wants to do that in Auroville. I told her, How are they prevented from injuring themselves or having serious accidents? She said they should be put in a place where they can fall without hurting themselves I found it a bit flimsy! But anyway, theres the idea. She wants to have that Garden by the sea. I asked her (laughing), How will you prevent them from getting drowned?! She replied, Oh, well put a barrier in the sea to stop them from going too far. (Shes already chosen the spot, near Fs hut, they even want to appropriate one of the places F has bought: theyll put the children there.) I said, There are sharks in the sea. So theyre counting on their barrier to stop the sharksit will have to be strong! These people seem to me to be living in their imagination.
   And theyre so convinced that they know that you have nothing to tell them. Now and then I tell a joke just to seeoh, brrr!
   And to crown it all, whos going to live there and watch over the children but A.A.!! A. is the one who has learned in Switzerl and this new method to describe peoples characters, its he who brought it back, and it interests him furiously I just said to Y., I hope there wont be any accidents. Then she told me, Oh, later, when we have enough money, well make a Garden in Auromodle, and then well do it with all the necessary precautions. I thought they should rather wait. But to get money, they have to do something (thats how it is: you must start doing something, and afterwards youre given the money to do it). Me, of course, I dont say anything (Mother crosses her fingers on her lips). Ive named her responsible for the direction of education in Auroville (Mother laughs heartily). She told me, by the way, that she wants to have a bank account in the name of Auroeducationdo you know why? Because those young Americans who came here on a visit (did you hear about them?), a dozen or so I saw them all: quite ordinary people. They asked me, Whats responsibility?! Things of that sort.
   Yes, you told me about them.

0 1969-08-30, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   "What is God after all? An eternal child playing an eternal game in an eternal Garden."
   Thoughts and Glimpses, 16.381

0 1969-09-20, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Yes, of course (laughter), the author of your book! No, you can speak with him and see. Youll tell me how he is. I put him up at Castellini because theres a large Garden I hope hell be comfortable there. But youll see, youll try to make him tell a little what he is seeking by coming here.
   What he is seeking.

0 1969-11-12, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   That was the time when, in France, Mother spent nights walking through Gardens full of snakes (Richard's atmosphere).

0 1969-12-31, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   So then, for the rest, its the same to me, they will do as they like. They first thought of building a dwelling for me, but Ill never go, so its no use, its quite unnecessary. And to watch over the islet, it was agreed there would be a small house for H. who wanted to be there simply as a guard . Then R. had arranged a whole system of bridges to link that to the other bank. The other bank would be entirely made of Gardens all around. Those Gardens we thought of twelve Gardens (dividing the distance into twelve), twelve Gardens with each of them concentrated on one thing: a state of consciousness with the flowers representing it. And the twelfth Garden would be in the islet, around (not around but beside) the Mandir with the tree, the banyan which is there. Thats what is at the center of the city. And there, there would be a repetition of the twelve Gardens around, with the flowers arranged in the same way There are now two Americans here, husb and and wife, and the husb and studied there for more than a year the art of Gardening, and he came here with that knowledge. So I asked him to start straight away preparing the plan for the inner Garden: theyre working on it.
   But then, the answer is always the same: We have no money!

0 1970-01-03, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   But the big temple will be built afterwards, and then on a huge scale. The smaller one will go only once the bigger one is built. But of course, for the city to be completed, we must allow some twenty years (for everything to be in order, in its place). Its the same with the Gardens: all the Gardens that are being prepared are for now, but in twenty years, all that will have to be on another scale; then it will have to be something really really beautiful. And I wonder what substance that globe should be made of, the big one? The small one could be made of crystal: for a globe this size (gesture about one foot) I think it will do. The globe will have to be visible from every corner of the room.
   It shouldnt be too high above the floor either, should it?

0 1970-01-10, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   That underground passageway into the room People will enter some thirty feet away from the wall, at the foot of the urn. The urn will mark the starting point of the descent. Ill have to choose the exact direction. Then, later on, the urn might very well be INSIDE rather than outside the enclosure. So perhaps we could simply have a big wall all around, and then Gardens. Between the surrounding wall and the building to be constructed, we can have Gardens and the urn. And that wall will have an entrance (one or several ordinary gates), so that people will be able to move around in the Garden.
   Then there will be certain conditions to be met before one is allowed to descend into the underground passage and emerge into the temple. It will have to be a bit initiatory: not quite like that, not just anyhow.

0 1970-02-25, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Aphorism 350"Only the soul that is naked and unashamed can be pure and innocent, even as Adam was in the primal Garden of humanity."

0 1970-04-18, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   476When will the world change into the model of heaven? When all mankind becomes boys and girls together with God revealed as Krishna and Kali, the happiest boy and strongest girl of the crowd, playing together in the Gardens of Paradise. The Semitic Eden was well enough, but Adam and Eve were too grown up and its God himself too old and stern and solemn
   Oh! (Mother laughs)

0 1970-04-22, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   For instance, there is a region (I went there exclusively for a time, a few months I dont remember, maybe a little more, maybe a year), a region where there are many scenes from Nature, like fields, Gardens but all behind nets! There is a net of one color, another color And it has a meaning. Absolutely everything is behind a net, you are as if you moved about with nets. But its not a single net, it depends: for its form and color the net depends on whats behind. And it is the means of communication. You understand, its lucky I dont speak because theyd say I have taken leave of my senses! And I see that with my eyes open, during the day, can you imagine! So Ill see my room, for example Ill be here, seeing people and at the same time Ill see one landscape or another, and it all changes and moves about with a net between me and the landscapes, like that. The net seems to be (how can I explain?) what separates this subtle physical from the ordinary physical. But what does this net represent? I dont know You see, there is no mentalization, there are no explanations, theres no thought, no reasoning, all that is clearly done away with. So, in fact, I see
   The sensation isnt the same either. Our way of feeling on the physical level isnt there, it doesnt work that way. Its more like a sense of proximity or non-communication, or indifference; but things belonging to the indifferent world do not show themselves when the dual vision is there.

0 1970-04-29, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   But I know that this bodys life (what can I say?) yes, this bodys life is a miracle. Which means that if it werent what it is and the way it is, and arranged as it is, anyone else would be dead. But then, if you knew (smiling) how it becomes The body is conscious (and things arent hidden from it: its not led up the Garden path, its allowed to see things as they are), so then this is the way it is, it says, After all, it would make a difference mainly for others! For me Only, you understand, they are still in this kind of illusion of death because this [the body] disappears; and even this [Mothers body] no longer quite knows which of the two is [true]! For it, the truth should be Matterwell, even about that, it isnt quite sure (laughing) what that is! There is the other, the other way of seeing and feeling and beingano ther way of being. And this [the body] is beginning to wonder It knows that the old way is no longer that, but its beginning to wonder what it [the new way] will be like, that is to say, the way of perceiving, the relationship with things: How will the new consciousness relate with the old consciousness of those who will still be humans? All these things will remain what they are, but there will be a way of perceiving them, a relationship It comes its strange, it comes like a breath of aira breath of airand then it disappears again. Like a breath of another way of seeing, another way of feeling, another way of listening. And thats something drawing near, as it were, and then getting veiled. But then in the appearance [of Mothers body], in the appearance its (Mother makes a chaotic gesture). Yet, quite visibly, I am not ill, but at times its very difficult. Very difficult. And then, several times Ive had both [ways of being] at the same time. So (laughing) the body says to itself, Well, if people knew the way you are, theyd say youre quite insane! (Mother laughs) And it laughs.
   Its not afraid. Its not afraid.

0 1970-05-23, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Some people are seriously trying to locate the Garden of Eden! Some have found it. They told me, but I forget where.
   As for Thon, he used to say that the serpent is evolution.

0 1970-11-28, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Satprem offers his pension to Mother and asks her if he could keep a little money to build a room for himself in the Nandanam Gardens, on the outskirts of Pondicherry.)
   Yes, it will do you good.

0 1971-09-14, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Sujata's visit to Mother. The day before, Sujata had gone to the Cazanove Gardens, in the suburbs of Pondicherry, to see the tombstones of Pavitra and Amrita.)
   (Sujata:) Yesterday I went to visit Cazanove.

0 1972-01-12, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   When you made the sketch for Auroville, you said there would be twelve Gardens, each one with a particular meaning.
   Thats Auroville thats not what I am talking about.
   But dont those twelve Gardens correspond to the twelve qualities you mentioned?
   No, no. No, I wrote it at least twenty-five years ago, at the very leastoh, even more than that! I dont remember when we moved here, when was it?

0 1972-02-09, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Ohh two flights of stairs to climb! It used to be possible down in the Garden, but two flights of stairs.
   But people can move along more easily now, theyve built new stairways. Its really up to you: wouldnt it be more tiring to sit there while so many people file past?

0 1972-05-17, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   You know, Mother, I had an odd dream yesterday morning. In my dream I saw Satprems Garden. I was walking in the street, passing by his Garden, and I glimpsed an Adoration tree1 covered with adoration flowers. I was filled with such joy. Then, a little farther on, behind this tree, I glimpsed another plantit was very tall and it was the Mind2
   (Mother nods her head)

0 1972-08-30, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Mon petit, I dont want you to feel (Mother makes a gesture of strutting), I dont mean to compliment you, thats not my intention. But youre always youre like a luminous Garden with a distinct form (Mother draws a kind of rectangle in the air), its luminous and ranges from vivid pink to golden light. Exactly. And thats you thats how I see you. Always.
   There is a vast atmospherea vast atmosphere. A vast atmosphere enveloped in Sri Aurobindos aura: the blue, the luminous light blue which is his color. I see you in that youre like a distinct Garden (same gesture) with colors it goes from vivid pink to a luminous, golden atmosphere. A lovely Garden. Thats what I see I see it eyes open (Mother touches her open eyes). And thats very good.
   There remain a few spots of rigidity, I mean (what can I say?) fixities of a personal nature, but gradually, gradually, they are disappearing, they are being transformed. There. Thats what I see.

0 1972-12-06, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (The night of the 5th, a violent cyclone struck Pondicherry. At Nandanam, in the middle of the devastated Garden, a white hibiscus bloomed. Satprem places the flower on Mother's lap.)
   A Grace flower bloomed in the thick of the cyclone, Mother.
   The tree that gave me all my Transformation flowers [from Satprems Garden] is broken. The Service tree also: some of its branches have been torn off.
   Usually it didnt come this way.

0 1973-03-24, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I brought you a flower from the Garden: Surrender of Falsehood.2

02.08 - The World of Falsehood, the Mother of Evil and the Sons of Darkness, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  There Good, a faithless Gardener of God,
  Watered with virtue the world's upas-tree

02.14 - The World-Soul, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And Gardens that were flower-tracts of the spirit,
  Its meditations of tinged reverie.

03.13 - Dynamic Fatalism, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   In a higher sense, from a transcendental standpoint, however, this too is only an appearance. In reality man neither helps nor hinders Prakriti. For in that sphere the two are not separate entities. What is viewed as the helping hand of man is really Nature helping herself: man is the conscious movement of Nature. In that transcendent status the past and the future are rolled together in the eternal present and all exist there as an accomplished fact: there is nothing there to be worked out and achieved. But lower down there is a play of forces, of conflicting possibilities and the resultant is a balance of these divergent lines. When one identifies oneself with the higher static consciousness one finds nothing to be done, all is realised the eternal play of the eternal child in the eternal Garden.2 But when one lives in the Kurukshetra of forces, one cannot throwaway one's Gandiva and say, I will not fight.
   Sri Aurobindo: The Mother

04.02 - The Growth of the Flame, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Content in her little Garden of the gods
  As blooms a flower in an unvisited place.

04.04 - A Global Humanity, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Humanity as a race will then present the figure of a homogeneous unitit will be a unity of many diversified elements, not simply, however, a composition of discrete individuals, but of varied aggregations of individualseven as the body is not merely composed of cells, but also these cells are collected in aggregates forming various limbs and systems, each again with its own identity and function. Indeed, the cosmic or global humanity is very likely to be pyramidal in structurenot a flat and level construction. There will be an overall harmony and integration containing a rich variety of gradationsgradations of consciousness, as even now there are: only the whole will be more luminous, that is to say, more conscious and more concordant; for at the top, on the higher levels, new lights will show themselves and men embodying those lights. They will radiate and spread out, infiltrate into the lower ranges something of their enlightenment and harmony and happiness which will bring about a global purification and a new dispensation; even the material world, the vegetable and mineral domains too may be taken up into this luminous consummation and earth become the Garden of Eden that it once was, suffused with a new glory.

04.04 - The Quest, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And Gardens hung in the sapphire of the skies,
  Pillared assembly halls with armoured guards,

04.13 - To the HeightsXIII, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Upon this mortal earth thou buildest a Garden of Paradise,
   O Mother of Dreams, Mother victorious!

06.01 - The Word of Fate, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And in the Garden of the Spouse shall bloom
  When she is seized by her discovered lord.
  Death is the Gardener of this wonder-tree;
  Love's sweetness sleeps in his pale marble hand.

06.31 - Identification of Consciousness, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   I will give you one instance. There was an old mango tree in one of our Gardensvery old, leafless and dried up, decrepit and apparently dying. Everybody was for cutting it down and making the place clean and clear for flowers or vegetables. I looked at the tree. Suddenly I saw within the dry bark, at the core, a column of thin and and dim light, a light greenish in colour, mounting up, something very living. I was one with the consciousness of the tree and it told me that I should not allow it to be cut down. The tree is still living and in fairly good health. As a young girl barely in my teens I used to go into the woods not far from Paris, Bois de Fontainebleau: there were huge oak trees centuries old perhaps. And although I knew nothing of meditation then, I used to sit quietly by myself and feel the life around, the living presence of something in each tree that brought to me invariably the sense of health and happiness.
   Another instance will show another kind of identification. It is an experience to which I have often referred. I was seated, drawn in and meditating. I felt that my physical body was I dissolving or changing: it was becoming wider and wider, losing its human characters and taking gradually the shape of a globe. Arms, legs, head were no longer there: it became spherical, having exactly the form of the earth. I felt I had become the earth. I was the earth in form and substance and all terrestrial objects were in me, animals and people, living and moving in me, trees and plants and even inanimate objects as part of myself, limbs of my body: I was the earth-consciousness incarnate.

07.01 - The Joy of Union; the Ordeal of the Foreknowledge, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And Gardens humming with the murmur of bees,
  Forgotten soon or a pale memory

07.03 - The Entry into the Inner Countries, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Her feeling in cloisters live or Gardened paths.
  Life was consigned to a safe level path,

07.06 - Nirvana and the Discovery of the All-Negating Absolute, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  In armoured town or Gardened pleasure-walks,
  Even in distance closer than her thoughts,

09.18 - The Mother on Herself, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 04, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   When I began to practise occultism, as I started working with my nights, making them conscious, I found that between the subtle physical level and the most material vital there was a small region, very small indeed, that was not developed well enough to serve as a conscious link between the two. So what happened in the most material vital was not being accurately translated into the consciousness of the most subtle physical. Something was lost in the passage which was however not quite empty but only half-conscious, not adequately developed. I knew there was only one way, namely to go on working for the development. I started working sometime in February, I suppose. One month, two months, three, four months passed with no result. I continued. Five months, six months. Then in July or August I left my home in Paris for the country-side. I came to a very small place near the seaside and stayed with friends. There was a Garden there. And in the Garden a fine green turf and flowers and trees all round. It was a pretty little quiet place. It was very quiet, very silent. One day I lay myself down on the grass, flat on the face resting on my elbows (among the grass). Suddenly the whole life of this nature, the whole life of the intermediate region I am speaking of, which is most living in the plant and in physical nature, all this domain became all on a sudden, unexpectedly, without any transition, absolutely living, intense, conscious, wonderful. This was the result of the continuous activity of six months that had not given any result till then. I did not know it; just a little favourable condition and the result is there. It is like the chick in the egg. It has been there for a long time but you do not see it. You ask doubtfully if there is any chick at all inside the egg. And then suddenly a crack, a small hole the egg bursts and the chick comes out, quite formed and whole and entire. It took all this time to form itself. So it is like this. When you wish to pre pare something within you it is like the preparation of the chick inside the shell. It takes a long time and there is not the least result. But you must not be disheartened. You must continue your effort, as before, regularly as if the whole of eternity were before you, thoroughly disinterested in the result. One day the result bursts upon you, the whole result of all your work.

10.02 - Beyond Vedanta, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 04, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   An earlier form of this humanised love was given in Buddha's Compassion. The transcendent Delight (Ananda) was made terrestrial and human in Buddha. But Buddha's compassion was a universal feeling and had no personal frame as it were. Vaishnavism gave it a personal frame and a human form. Radha and Krishna are not figures of an allegory but concrete realities. Vrindavan is not merely the land of heart's desire, a Garden of paradise but real habitation in a real and concrete consciousness and life. The human frame assumed by Radha and Krishna is not merely an assumption, an illusion but an eternal reality in an eternal domain. The gradation of the spiritual domains is thus sometimes given as (1) Brahmaloka of the Vedantin, (2) Shivaloka of the Tantrik and finally (3) Goloka of the Vaishnava.
   The relation between the Supreme (over and above the creation) and the individual in the creation representing the creation is sometimes described in human terms to give it a concrete and graphic form. This relationship characteristically indicates the fundamental nature of the Reality it deals with. Thus in the Vedantic tradition the Supreme is worshipped as the Father (pit no asi). It is also a relation of Master and disciple, the leader and the led. Ii brings out into prominence the Purusha aspect of the Reality. In the Tantra the relation is as between Mother and child. The supreme Reality is the Divine Mother holding the universe in her arms. The individual worships and adores the Supreme Prakriti as a human child does. The Vaishnava makes the relation as between the lover and the beloved, and the love depicted is intensely vital and even physical, as intense and poignant as the ordinary ignorant human passion. It is to show that the Love Divine can beat the human love on its own ground, that is to say, it can be or it is as passionately sweet and as intensely intimate as any human love. It is why Bhakta Prahlad said to his beloved Vishnu "O Lord, what ordinary men feel and enjoy in and through their physical senses, may I have the same enjoyment in and through Thee."

10.02 - The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Thy soul is a brief flower by the Gardener Mind
  Created in thy matter's terrain plot;

1.002 - The Heifer, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  25. And give good news to those who believe and do righteous deeds; that they will have Gardens beneath which rivers flow. Whenever they are provided with fruit therefrom as sustenance, they will say, “This is what we were provided with before,” and they will be given the like of it. And they will have pure spouses therein, and they will abide therein forever.
  26. God does not shy away from making an example of a gnat, or something above it. As for those who believe, they know that it is the Truth from their Lord. But as for those who disbelieve, they say, “What did God intend by this example?” He leads astray many thereby, and He guides many thereby; but He misleads thereby only the evildoers.
  35. We said, “O Adam, inhabit the Garden, you and your spouse, and eat from it freely as you please, but do not approach this tree, lest you become wrongdoers.”
  36. But Satan caused them to slip from it, and caused them to depart the state they were in. We said, “Go down, some of you enemies of one another. And you will have residence on earth, and enjoyment for a while.”
  221. Do not marry idolatresses, unless they have believed. A believing maid is better than an idolatress, even if you like her. And do not marry idolaters, unless they have believed. A believing servant is better than an idolater, even if you like him. These call to the Fire, but God calls to the Garden and to forgiveness, by His leave. He makes clear His communications to the people, that they may be mindful.
  222. And they ask you about menstruation: say, “It is harmful, so keep away from women during menstruation. And do not approach them until they have become pure. Once they have become pure, approach them in the way God has directed you.” God loves the repentant, and He loves those who keep clean.”
  265. And the parable of those who spend their wealth seeking God’s approval, and to strengthen their souls, is that of a Garden on a hillside. If heavy rain falls on it, its produce is doubled; and if no heavy rain falls, then dew is enough. God is seeing of everything you do.
  266. Would anyone of you like to have a Garden of palms and vines, under which rivers flow—with all kinds of fruit in it for him, and old age has stricken him, and he has weak children—then a tornado with fire batters it, and it burns down? Thus God makes clear the signs for you, so that you may reflect.
  267. O you who believe! Give of the good things you have earned, and from what We have produced for you from the earth. And do not pick the inferior things to give away, when you yourselves would not accept it except with eyes closed. And know that God is Sufficient and Praiseworthy.

1.003 - Family of Imran, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  15. Say, “Shall I inform you of something better than that? For those who are righteous, with their Lord are Gardens beneath which rivers flow, where they will remain forever, and purified spouses, and acceptance from God.” God is Observant of the servants.
  16. Those who say, “Our Lord, we have believed, so forgive us our sins, and save us from the suffering of the Fire.”
  133. And race towards forgiveness from your Lord, and a Garden as wide as the heavens and the earth, prepared for the righteous.
  134. Those who give in prosperity and adversity, and those who restrain anger, and those who forgive people. God loves the doers of good.
  136. Those—their reward is forgiveness from their Lord, and Gardens beneath which rivers flow, abiding therein forever. How excellent is the reward of the workers.
  137. Many societies have passed away before you. So travel the earth and note the fate of the deniers.
  195. And so their Lord answered them: “I will not waste the work of any worker among you, whether male or female. You are one of another. For those who emigrated, and were expelled from their homes, and were persecuted because of Me, and fought and were killed—I will remit for them their sins, and will admit them into Gardens beneath which rivers flow—a reward from God. With God is the ultimate reward.”
  196. Do not be impressed by the disbelievers’ movements in the land.
  198. As for those who feared their Lord: for them will be Gardens beneath which rivers flow, wherein they will abide forever—hospitality from God. What God possesses is best for the just.
  199. Among the People of the Scripture are those who believe in God, and in what was revealed to you, and in what was revealed to them. They are humble before God, and they do not sell God’s revelations for a cheap price. These will have their reward with their Lord. God is swift in reckoning.

10.03 - The Debate of Love and Death, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  On the highways, in the Gardens of the world
  They wallowed oblivious of their divine parts,

1.004 - Women, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  13. These are the bounds set by God. Whoever obeys God and His Messenger, He will admit him into Gardens beneath which rivers flow, to abide therein forever. That is the great attainment.
  14. But whoever disobeys God and His Messenger, and oversteps His bounds, He will admit him into a Fire, wherein he abides forever, and he will have a shameful punishment.
  57. As for those who believe and do good deeds, We will admit them into Gardens beneath which rivers flow, abiding therein forever. They will have purified spouses therein, and We will admit them into a shady shade.
  58. God instructs you to give back things entrusted to you to their owners. And when you judge between people, judge with justice. God’s instructions to you are excellent. God is All-Hearing, All-Seeing.
  122. But as for those who believe and do righteous deeds, We will admit them into Gardens beneath which rivers flow, where they will abide forever. The promise of God is true—and who is more truthful in speech than God?
  123. It is not in accordance with your wishes, nor in accordance with the wishes of the People of the Scripture. Whoever works evil will pay for it, and will not find for himself, besides God, any protector or savior.

1.005 - The Table, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  12. God received a pledge from the Children of Israel, and We raised among them twelve chiefs. God said, “I am with you; if you perform the prayer, and pay the alms, and believe in My messengers and support them, and lend God a loan of righteousness; I will remit your sins, and admit you into Gardens beneath which rivers flow. But whoever among you disbelieves afterwards has strayed from the right way.”
  13. Because of their breaking their pledge, We cursed them, and made their hearts hard. They twist the words out of their context, and they disregarded some of what they were reminded of. You will always witness deceit from them, except for a few of them. But pardon them, and overlook. God loves the doers of good.
  65. Had the People of the Scripture believed and been righteous, We would have remitted their sins, and admitted them into the Gardens of Bliss.
  66. Had they observed the Torah, and the Gospel, and what was revealed to them from their Lord, they would have consumed amply from above them, and from beneath their feet. Among them is a moderate community, but evil is what many of them are doing.
  119. God will say, “This is a Day when the truthful will benefit from their truthfulness.” They will have Gardens beneath which rivers flow, wherein they will remain forever. God is pleased with them, and they are pleased with Him. That is the great attainment.
  120. To God belongs the sovereignty of the heavens and the earth and what lies in them, and He has power over everything.

1.006 - Livestock, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  141. It is He who produces Gardens, both cultivated and wild, and date-palms, and crops of diverse tastes, and olives and pomegranates, similar and dissimilar. Eat of its fruit when it yields, and give its due on the day of its harvest, and do not waste. He does not love the wasteful.
  142. Among the livestock are some for transportation, and some for clothing. Eat of what God has provided for you, and do not follow the footsteps of Satan. He is to you an outright enemy.

1.007 - The Elevations, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  19. And you, Adam, inhabit the Garden, you and your wife, and eat whatever you wish; but do not approach this tree, lest you become sinners.”
  20. But Satan whispered to them, to reveal to them their nakedness, which was invisible to them. He said, “Your Lord has only forbidden you this tree, lest you become angels, or become immortals.”
  22. So he lured them with deceit. And when they tasted the tree, their nakedness became evident to them, and they began covering themselves with the leaves of the Garden. And their Lord called out to them, “Did I not forbid you from this tree, and say to you that Satan is a sworn enemy to you?”
  23. They said, “Our Lord, we have done wrong to ourselves. Unless You forgive us, and have mercy on us, we will be among the losers.”
  27. O Children of Adam! Do not let Satan seduce you, as he drove your parents out of the Garden, stripping them of their garments, to show them their nakedness. He sees you, him and his clan, from where you cannot see them. We have made the devils friends of those who do not believe.
  28. And when they commit an indecency, they say, “We found our parents doing this, and God has commanded us to do it.” Say, “God does not command indecencies. Are you attributing to God what you do not know?”
  42. As for those who believe and do righteous works—We never burden any soul beyond its capacity—these are the inhabitants of the Garden; abiding therein eternally.
  43. We will remove whatever rancor is in their hearts. Rivers will flow beneath them. And they will say, “Praise be to God, who has guided us to this. Had God not guided us, we would never be guided. The messengers of our Lord did come with the truth.” And it will be proclaimed to them, “This is the Garden you are made to inherit, on account of what you used to do.”
  44. And the inhabitants of the Garden will call out to the inmates of the Fire, “We found what our Lord promised us to be true; did you find what your Lord promised you to be true?” They will say, “Yes.” Thereupon a caller will announce in their midst, “The curse of God is upon the wrongdoers.”
  45. “Those who hinder from the path of God, and seek to distort it, and who deny the Hereafter.”
  46. And between them is a partition, and on the Elevations are men who recognize everyone by their features. They will call to the inhabitants of the Garden, “Peace be upon you.” They have not entered it, but they are hoping.
  47. And when their eyes are directed towards the inmates of the Fire, they will say, “Our Lord, do not place us among the wrongdoing people.”
  49. “Are these the ones you swore God will not touch with mercy?” “Enter the Garden; you have nothing to fear, and you will not grieve.”
  50. The inmates of the Fire will call on the inhabitants of the Garden, “Pour some water over us, or some of what God has provided for you.” They will say, “God has forbidden them for the disbelievers.”
  51. Those who took their religion lightly, and in jest, and whom the worldly life deceived. Today We will ignore them, as they ignored the meeting on this Day of theirs, and they used to deny Our revelations.

1.009 - Repentance, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  21. Their Lord announces to them good news of mercy from Him, and acceptance, and Gardens wherein they will have lasting bliss.
  22. Abiding therein forever. With God is a great reward.
  72. God promises the believers, men and women, Gardens beneath which rivers flow, abiding therein forever, and fine homes in the Gardens of Eden. But approval from God is even greater. That is the supreme achievement.
  73. O Prophet! Strive against the disbelievers and the hypocrites, and be stern with them. Their abode is Hell—what a miserable destination!
  89. God has prepared for them Gardens beneath which rivers flow, wherein they will abide forever. That is the great victory.
  90. Some of the Desert-Arabs came to make excuses, asking to be granted exemption, while those who were untrue to God and His Messenger stayed behind. A painful punishment will afflict those among them who disbelieved.
  100. The Pioneers—The first of the Migrants and the Supporters, and those who followed them in righteousness. God is pleased with them, and they are pleased with Him. He has prepared for them Gardens beneath which rivers flow, where they will abide forever. That is the sublime triumph.
  101. Among the Desert-Arabs around you there are some hypocrites, and among the inhabitants of Medina too. They have become adamant in hypocrisy. You do not know them, but We know them. We will punish them twice; then they will be returned to a severe torment.

1.00c - DIVISION C - THE ETHERIC BODY AND PRANA, #A Treatise on Cosmic Fire, #Alice Bailey, #Occultism
  In the Planet. In the planet there will be found a similar organ or receiver within its etheric body, the locality of which is not for exoteric publication and cannot therefore be revealed. It is connected with the location of the two poles, north and south, and is the centre around which the globe rotates, and is the source of the legend of a sacred fertile land within the sphere of polar influences. The mythic land of exceeding fertility, of abundant [84] luxuriance, and of phenomenal growth, vegetable, animal and human would naturally lie where prana is received. It is the esoteric Garden of Eden, the land of physical perfection. Surface radiation demonstrates, after distribution, as planetary prana.
  In Man. The organ of reception is the spleen through its etheric counterpart. After distribution over the entire body via the etheric network it demonstrates in surface radiation as the health aura.

1.00 - Preface, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism
  BASED on the versicle in the Song of Songs, " Thy plants are an orchard of Pomegranates ", a book entitled Pardis Rimonim came to be written by Rabbi Moses Cordovero in the sixteenth century. By some authorities this philosopher is considered as the greatest lamp in post-Zoharic days of that spiritual Menorah, the Qabalah, which, with so rare a grace and so profuse an irradiation of the Supernal Light, illuminated the literature and religious philosophy of the Jewish people as well as their immediate and subsequent neighbours in the Dias- pora. The English equivalent of Pardis Rimonim - A Garden of Pomegranates - I have adopted as the title of my own modest work, although I am forced to confess that this latter has but little connection either in actual fact or in historicity with that of Cordovero. In the golden harvest of purely spiritual intimations which the Holy Qabalah brings, I truly feel that a veritable Garden of the soul may be builded ; a Garden of immense magnitude and lofty significance, wherein may be discovered by each one of us all manner and kind of exotic fruit and gracious flower of exquisite colour. The pomegranate, may I add, has always been for mystics everywhere a favourable object for recon- dite symbolism. The Garden or orchard has likewise pro- duced in that book named The Book of Splendour an almost inexhaustible treasury of spiritual imagery of superb and magnificent taste.
  This book goes forth then in the hope that, as a modern writer has put it:
    "There are not many, those who have no secret Garden of the mind. For this Garden alone can give refreshment when life is barren of peace or sustenance or satisfactory answer. Such sanctuaries may be reached by a certain philosophy or faith, by the guidance of a beloved author or an understanding friend, by way of the temples of music and art, or by groping after truth through the vast kingdoms of knowledge. They encompass almost always truth and beauty, and are radiant with the light that never was on sea or land."
  (Clare Cameron, Green Fields of England.)
  Should there be those who are so unfortunate as to possess no such sacred sanctuary of their own, one builded with their own hands, I humbly offer this well-tended Garden of Pomegranates which has been bequea thed to me. I hope that therein may be gathered a few little shoots, a rare flower or two, or some ripe fruit which may serve as the nucleus or the wherewithal for the planting of such a secret Garden of the mind, without which there is no peace, nor joy, nor happiness.
  It is fitting that a note of appreciation to my predecessors in Qabalistic research should accompany this work, in which I have endeavoured to present an exposition of the basic principles underlying the Qabalah, to serve as a text- book for its study. I have scrupulously avoided contention and unnecessary controversy.

1.00 - PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry
  Sees not the Gardener, even while buds his tree,
  Both flower and fruit the future years adorning?

1.010 - Jonah, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  9. As for those who believe and do good deeds, their Lord guides them in their faith. Rivers will flow beneath them in the Gardens of Bliss.
  10. Their call therein is, “Glory be to You, our God.” And their greeting therein is, “Peace.” And the last of their call is, “Praise be to God, Lord of the Worlds.”

1.013 - Thunder, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  4. On earth are adjacent terrains, and Gardens of vines, and crops, and date-palms, from the same root or from distinct roots, irrigated with the same water. We make some taste better than others. In that are proofs for people who reason.
  5. Should you wonder—the real wonder is their saying: “When we have become dust, will we be in a new creation?” Those are they who defied their Lord. Those are they who will have yokes around their necks. Those are the inhabitants of the Fire, where they will remain forever.
  23. Everlasting Gardens, which they will enter, along with the righteous among their parents, and their spouses, and their descendants. And the angels will enter upon them from every gate.
  24. “Peace be upon you, because you endured patiently. How excellent is the Final Home.”
  35. The likeness of the Garden promised to the righteous: rivers flowing beneath it; its food is perpetual, and so is its shade. Such is the sequel for those who guard against evil, but the sequel of the disbelievers is the Fire.
  36. Those to whom We gave the Scripture rejoice in what was revealed to you, while some factions reject parts of it. Say, “I am commanded to worship God, and to never associate anything with Him. To Him I invite, and to Him is my return.”

1.014 - Abraham, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  23. But those who believed and did good deeds will be admitted into Gardens beneath which rivers flow, to remain therein forever, by leave of their Lord. Their greeting therein will be: “Peace.”
  24. Do you not see how God presents a parable? A good word is like a good tree—its root is firm, and its branches are in the sky.

1.015 - The Rock, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  45. But the righteous will be in Gardens with springs.
  46. “Enter it in peace and security.”

1.016 - The Bee, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  31. The Gardens of Perpetuity, which they will enter, beneath which rivers flow, where they will have whatever they desire. Thus God rewards the pious.
  32. Those who are in a wholesome state when the angels take them—will say, “Peace be upon you; enter Paradise, for what you used to do.”

1.017 - The Night Journey, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  91. Or you have a Garden of palms and vines; then cause rivers to gush pouring through them.
  92. Or make the sky fall on us in pieces, as you claim, or bring God and the angels before us.

1.018 - The Cave, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  31. These will have the Gardens of Eden, beneath which rivers flow. Reclining on comfortable furnishings, they will be adorned with bracelets of gold, and will wear green garments of silk and brocade. What a wonderful reward, and what an excellent resting-place.
  32. And cite for them the parable of two men. To one of them We gave two Gardens of vine, and We surrounded them with palm-trees, and We placed between them crops.
  33. Both Gardens produced their harvest in full, and suffered no loss. And We made a river flow through them.
  34. And thus he had abundant fruits. He said to his friend, as he conversed with him, “I am wealthier than you, and greater in manpower.”
  35. And he entered his Garden, wronging himself. He said, “I do not think this will ever perish.”
  36. “And I do not think the Hour is coming. And even if I am returned to my Lord, I will find something better than this in return.”
  39. When you entered your Garden, why did you not say, “As God wills; there is no power except through God”? Although you see me inferior to you in wealth and children.
  40. Perhaps my Lord will give me something better than your Garden, and release upon it thunderbolts from the sky, so it becomes barren waste.
  41. Or its water will sink into the ground, and you will be unable to draw it.”
  107. As for those who believe and do righteous deeds, they will have the Gardens of Paradise for hospitality.
  108. Abiding therein forever, without desiring any change therefrom.

1.019 - Mary, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  61. The Gardens of Eden, promised by the Most Merciful to His servants in the Unseen. His promise will certainly come true.
  62. They will hear no nonsense therein, but only peace. And they will have their provision therein, morning and evening.

1.01 - Archetypes of the Collective Unconscious, #The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
  lived; as Eve in the Garden of Eden could not rest content until
  she had convinced Adam of the goodness of the forbidden apple.
  73 Now what is paradise? Clearly, the Garden of Eden with its
  two-faced tree of life and knowledge and its four streams. In the
  which, like the Garden of Eden, is conceived as a mandala. But
  the mandala is a symbol of individuation. So it is the black

1.01 - DOWN THE RABBIT-HOLE, #Alice in Wonderland, #Lewis Carroll, #Fiction
  Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole; she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest Garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway. "Oh," said Alice, "how I wish I could shut up like a telescope!
  I think I could, if I only knew how to begin."
  And so it was indeed! She was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely Garden.
  After awhile, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the Garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! When she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through the glass and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery, and when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried.
  "Come, there's no use in crying like that!" said Alice to herself rather sharply. "I advise you to leave off this minute!" She generally gave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes.
  Alice, "and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door: so either way I'll get into the Garden, and I don't care which happens!"
  She ate a little bit and said anxiously to herself, "Which way? Which way?" holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way she was growing; and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size. So she set to work and very soon finished off the cake.

1.01 - Economy, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  I read in the Gulistan, or Flower Garden, of Sheik Sadi of Shiraz, that
  They asked a wise man, saying; Of the many celebrated trees which the

1.01f - Introduction, #The Lotus Sutra, #Anonymous, #Various
  They give clean Garden groves
  Full of owers and fruits,

1.01 - Historical Survey, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism
  A Garden OF

1.01 - MASTER AND DISCIPLE, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  met him the first time. Sri Ramakrishna lived at the Kailibari, the temple Garden of Mother Kali, on the bank of the Ganges at Dakshineswar.
  M., being at leisure on Sundays, had gone with his friend Sidhu to visit several Gardens at Baranagore. As they were walking in Prasanna Bannerji's Garden, Sidhu said: "There is a charming place on the bank of the Ganges where a paramahamsa lives. Should you like to go there?" M. assented and they started immediately for the Dakshineswar temple Garden. They arrived at the main gate at dusk and went straight to Sri Ramakrishna's room. And there they found him seated on a wooden couch, facing the east. With a smile on his face he was talking of God. The room was full of people, all seated on the floor, drinking in his words in deep silence.
  M. stood there speechless and looked on. It was as if he were standing where all the holy places met and as if Sukadeva himself were speaking the word of God, or as if Sri Chaitanya were singing the name and glories of the Lord in Puri with Ramananda, Swarup, and the other devotees.
  As he left the room with Sidhu, he heard the sweet music of the evening service arising in the temple from gong, bell, drum, and cymbal. He could hear music from the nahabat, too, at the south end of the Garden. The sounds travelled over the Ganges, floating away and losing themselves in the distance. A soft spring wind was blowing, laden with the fragrance of flowers; the moon had just appeared. It was as if nature and man together were preparing for the evening worship. M. and Sidhu visited the twelve Siva temples, the Radhakanta temple, and the temple of Bhavatarini. And as M.
  watched the services before the images his heart was filled with joy.
  On the way back to Sri Ramakrishna's room the two friends talked. Sidhu told M. that the temple Garden had been founded by Rani Rasmani. He said that God was worshipped there daily as Kali, Krishna, and Siva, and that within the gates sadhus and beggars were fed. When they reached Sri Ramakrishna's door again, they found it shut, and Brinde, the Maid, standing outside. M., who had been trained in English manners and would not enter a room without permission, asked her, "Is the holy man in?" Brinde replied, "Yes he's in the room."
  M: "How long has he lived here?"
  When the meeting broke up, the devotees sauntered in the temple Garden. M. went in the direction of the Panchavati. It was about five o'clock in the afternoon. After a while he returned to the Master's room. There, on the small north verandah, he witnessed an amazing sight.
  Sri Ramakrishna was standing still, surrounded by a few devotees, and Narendra was singing. M. had never heard anyone except the Master sing so sweetly. When he looked at Sri Ramakrishna he was struck with wonder; for the Master stood motionless, with eyes transfixed. He seemed not even to breathe. A devotee told M. that the Master was in samadhi. M. had never before seen or heard of such a thing. Silent with wonder, he thought: "Is it possible for a man to be so oblivious of the outer world in the consciousness of God? How deep his faith and devotion must be to bring about such a state!"
  At five o'clock in the afternoon all the devotees except Narendra and M. took leave of the Master. As M. was walking in the temple Garden, he suddenly came upon the Master talking to Narendra on the bank of the goose-pond. Sri Ramakrishna said to Narendra: "Look here. Come a little more often. You are a newcomer. On first acquaintance people visit each other quite often, as is the case with a lover and his sweetheart.
  (Narendra and M. laugh.) So please come, won't you?"
  M. bowed low before him and took his leave. He had gone as far as the main gate of the temple Garden when he suddenly remembered something and came back to Sri Ramakrishna, who was still in the natmandir. In the dim light the Master, all alone, was pacing the hall, rejoicing in the Self as the lion lives and roams alone in the forest.
  In silent wonder M. surveyed that great soul.

1.01 - On Love, #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction
  Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the Garden.
  For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

1.01 - the Call to Adventure, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology
  ter Eve, now ripe to depart from the idyl of the Garden, or again,
  the supremely concentrated Future Buddha breaking past the
  "I was in a blossoming Garden; the sun was just going down
  with a blood-red glow. Then there appeared before me a black,

1.01 - The King of the Wood, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  terraced Gardens descend steeply to the lake, hardly break the
  stillness and even the solitariness of the scene. Diana herself

1.01 - To Watanabe Sukefusa, #Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin, #unset, #Zen
  In contrast to these terrible tales of retri bution, there are also accounts of children who thanks to heaven's miraculous intervention were enabled to carry out acts of great filial devotion: the story of a rare medicinal stone suddenly appearing in the Garden of a son who needed it to cure an ailing father; of midwinter ice breaking up and fresh carp leaping into the arms of a son whose stepmo ther had a craving for minced fish; of a poor man whose shovel struck a cauldron filled with gold as he was about to bury his child alive to ensure his mother would be adequately fed; of bamboo shoots emerging in midwinter for a son anxious to feed them to his mother; of a carp-filled fountain gushing up in the Garden of a son who wanted to satisfy his mother's yearning for fine water and minced fish.
  But even if you don't perform acts of filial devotion like these, of a caliber that elicits heavenly intervention, I devoutly hope you do not commit acts of an unfilial nature that will bring punishment down upon you. A person who ignores or refuses to acknowledge what takes place right under his nose and insists on merely doing as he pleases must be either a stupid man or an evil one.

1.020 - Ta-Ha, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  76. The Gardens of Perpetuity, beneath which rivers flow, dwelling therein forever. That is the reward for him who purifies himself.
  77. And We inspired Moses: “Travel by night with My servants, and strike for them a dry path across the sea, not fearing being overtaken, nor worrying.”
  117. We said, “O Adam, this is an enemy to you and to your wife. So do not let him make you leave the Garden, for then you will suffer.
  118. In it you will never go hungry, nor be naked.
  121. And so they ate from it; whereupon their bodies became visible to them, and they started covering themselves with the leaves of the Garden. Thus Adam disobeyed his Lord, and fell.
  122. But then his Lord recalled him, and pardoned him, and guided him.

1.022 - The Pilgrimage, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  14. God will admit those who believe and do righteous deeds into Gardens beneath which rivers flow. God does whatever He wills.
  15. Whoever thinks that God will not help him in this life and in the Hereafter—let him turn to heaven, then sever, and see if his cunning eliminates what enrages him.
  23. But God will admit those who believe and do good deeds into Gardens beneath which rivers flow. They will be decorated therein with bracelets of gold and pearls, and their garments therein will be of silk.
  24. They were guided to purity of speech. They were guided to the path of the Most Praised.
  56. Sovereignty on that Day belongs to God; He will judge between them. Those who believe and do good deeds will be in the Gardens of Bliss.
  57. But those who disbelieve and reject Our revelations—these will have a humiliating punishment.

1.023 - The Believers, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  19. With it We produce for you Gardens of palms and vines, yielding abundant fruit for you to eat.
  20. And a tree springing out of Mount Sinai, producing oil, and seasoning for those who eat.

1.025 - The Criterion, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  8. Or, “If only a treasure was dropped on him.” Or, “If only he had a Garden from which he eats.” The evildoers also say, “You are following but a man under spell.”
  9. Look how they invent examples for you. They have gone astray, and cannot find a way.
  15. Say, “Is this better, or the Garden of Eternity promised to the righteous? It is for them a reward and a destination.
  16. They will have therein whatever they desire, forever. That is upon your Lord a binding promise.

1.026 - The Poets, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  57. So We drove them out of Gardens and springs.
  58. And treasures and noble dwellings.
  85. And make me of the inheritors of the Garden of Bliss.
  86. And forgive my father—he was one of the misguided.
  134. And Gardens and springs.
  135. I fear for you the punishment of an awesome Day.”
  147. In Gardens and springs?
  148. And fields, and palm-trees whose fruits are delicious?

1.027 - The Ant, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  60. Or, who created the heavens and the earth, and rains down water from the sky for you? With it We produce Gardens full of beauty, whose trees you could not have produced. Is there another god with God? But they are a people who equate.
  61. Or, who made the earth habitable, and made rivers flow through it, and set mountains on it, and placed a partition between the two seas? Is there another god with God? But most of them do not know.

1.02 - BEFORE THE CITY-GATE, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry
  Scattering through Gardens and fields remote,
  While over the river, that broadly dallies,

1.02 - IN THE COMPANY OF DEVOTEES, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  "There is another benefit from holy company. It helps one cultivate discrimination between the Real and the unreal. God alone is the Real, that is to say, the Eternal Substance, and the world is unreal, that is to say, transitory. As soon as a man finds his mind wandering away to the unreal, he should apply discrimination. The moment an elephant stretches out its trunk to eat a plantain-tree in a neighbour's Garden, it gets a blow from the iron goad of the driver."
  Explanation of evil

1.02 - MAPS OF MEANING - THREE LEVELS OF ANALYSIS, #Maps of Meaning, #Jordan Peterson, #Psychology
  proclaim that the king had lived in fellowship with the gods in the fabulous Garden that contains the Tree
  of Life and the Water of Life.... The king is the envoy of the gods, the shepherd of the people,
  three sons, and they were all in great distress on his account, and they went into the castle Gardens and
  wept at the thought that he must die. An old man came up to them and asked the cause of their grief.

1.02 - Meeting the Master - Authors second meeting, March 1921, #Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #unset, #Zen
   I found the atmosphere of the house tense. The Mother and Datta, i.e. Miss Hodgson, had come to stay in No. 41, Rue Franois Martin. The house had undergone a great change. There was a clean Garden in the open courtyard, every room had simple and decent furniture, a mat, a chair and a small table. There was an air of tidiness and order. This was, no doubt, the effect of the Mother's presence. But yet the atmosphere was tense because Sri Aurobindo and the Mother were engaged in fighting with forces of the vital plane.
   Only a few days before my arrival a dismissed cook had managed to get stones hurled into Sri Aurobindo's house through the agency of a Mohammedan occultist. This was the topic of excited talk when I was at Pondicherry. Upendranath Banerjee, who hardly believed in the possibility of such occult phenomena, had gone to the terrace with a lantern and a lathi to find the culprit. I heard the whole story from Upen himself. The stone-throwing ended when the Mother took the matter in hand and removed the servant-boy, who was the medium, to another house. (The account of this is already given in my The Life of Sri Aurobindo.)

1.02 - The Necessity of Magick for All, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  Ah, well then, perhaps you have not understood my remarks at one of our earliest interviews as perfectly as you suppose! For the crucial point of my exposition was that Magick is not a matter extraneous to the main current of your life, as music, Gardening, or collection jade might be. No, every act of your life is a magical act; whenever from ignorance, carelessness, clumsiness or what not, you come short of perfect artistic success, you inevitably register failure, discomfort, frustration. Luckily for all of us, most of the acts essential to continued life are involuntary; the "unconscious" has become so used to doing its "True Will" that there is no need of interference; when such need arises, we call it disease, and seek to restore the machine to free spontaneous fulfillment of its function.
  But this is only part of the story. As things are, we have all adventured into an Universe of immeasurable, of incalculable, possibilities, of situations never contemplated by the trend of Evolution. Man is a marine monster; when he decided that it would be better for him somehow to live on land, he had to grow lungs instead of gills. When we want to travel over soft snow, we have to invent ski; when we wish to exchange thoughts, we must arrange a conventional code of sounds, of knots in string, of carved or written characters in a word embark upon the boundless ocean of hieroglyphics or symbols of one sort or another. (Presently I shall have to explain the supreme importance of such systems; in fact, the Universe itself is not, and cannot be, anything but an arrangement of symbolic characters!)

1.02 - The Pit, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism

1.02 - THE POOL OF TEARS, #Alice in Wonderland, #Lewis Carroll, #Fiction
  Just at this moment her head struck against the roof of the hall; in fact, she was now rather more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the Garden door.
  Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the Garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than ever. She sat down and began to cry again.
  She went on shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all
  "That _was_ a narrow escape!" said Alice, a good deal frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence. "And now for the Garden!" And she ran with all speed back to the little door; but, alas! the little door was shut again and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before. "Things are worse than ever," thought the poor child, "for I never was so small as this before, never!"
  As she said these words, her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt-water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea. However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.

1.02 - The Three European Worlds, #The Ever-Present Origin, #Jean Gebser, #Integral
  Besides their first suggestions of landscape painting, the murals are the first examples of what has come to be known as the "still life," i.e., the objectification of nature already expressed in the Roman Garden designs of the same period and heralded by the pastoral scenes of late Bucolic poetry such as Virgil's Ecloges. It was principally by incorporating these novel elements of ancient culture and realizing their implications that the Renaissance was able to create the three-dimensional perspectival world from a two-dimensional and unperspectival culture.
  2. The Perspectival World

1.02 - Where I Lived, and What I Lived For, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  (I have always cultivated a Garden,) was, that I had had my seeds ready. Many think that seeds improve with age. I have no doubt that time discriminates between the good and the bad; and when at last I shall plant, I shall be less likely to be disappointed. But I would say to my fellows, once for all, As long as possible live free and uncommitted. It makes but little difference whether you are committed to a farm or the county jail.
  Old Cato, whose De Re Rustic is my Cultivator, says, and the only translation I have seen makes sheer nonsense of the passage, When you think of getting a farm, turn it thus in your mind, not to buy greedily; nor spare your pains to look at it, and do not think it enough to go round it once. The oftener you go there the more it will please you, if it is good. I think I shall not buy greedily, but go round and round it as long as I live, and be buried in it first, that it may please me the more at last.
  The only house I had been the owner of before, if I except a boat, was a tent, which I used occasionally when making excursions in the summer, and this is still rolled up in my garret; but the boat, after passing from hand to hand, has gone down the stream of time. With this more substantial shelter about me, I had made some progress toward settling in the world. This frame, so slightly clad, was a sort of crystallization around me, and reacted on the builder. It was suggestive somewhat as a picture in outlines. I did not need to go outdoors to take the air, for the atmosphere within had lost none of its freshness. It was not so much within doors as behind a door where I sat, even in the rainiest weather. The Harivansa says, An abode without birds is like a meat without seasoning. Such was not my abode, for I found myself suddenly neighbor to the birds; not by having imprisoned one, but having caged myself near them. I was not only nearer to some of those which commonly frequent the Garden and the orchard, but to those wilder and more thrilling songsters of the forest which never, or rarely, serenade a villager,the wood-thrush, the veery, the scarlet tanager, the field-sparrow, the whippoorwill, and many others.
  I was seated by the shore of a small pond, about a mile and a half south of the village of Concord and somewhat higher than it, in the midst of an extensive wood between that town and Lincoln, and about two miles south of that our only field known to fame, Concord Battle

1.031 - Luqman, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  8. As for those who believe and do good deeds—for them are the Gardens of Bliss.
  9. Dwelling therein forever. The promise of God is true. He is the Mighty, the Wise.

1.032 - Prostration, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  19. As for those who believe and do righteous deeds, for them are the Gardens of Shelter—hospitality for what they used to do.
  20. But as for those who transgressed, their shelter is the Fire. Every time they try to get out of it, they will be brought back into it, and it will be said to them, “Taste the suffering of the Fire which you used to deny.”

1.034 - Sheba, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  15. In Sheba’s homeland there used to be a wonder: two Gardens, on the right, and on the left. “Eat of your Lord’s provision, and give thanks to Him.” A good land, and a forgiving Lord.
  16. But they turned away, so We unleashed against them the flood of the dam; and We substituted their two Gardens with two Gardens of bitter fruits, thorny shrubs, and meager harvest.
  17. We thus penalized them for their ingratitude. Would We penalize any but the ungrateful?

1.035 - Originator, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  33. The Gardens of Eden, which they will enter. They will be adorned therein with gold bracelets and pearls, and their garments therein will be of silk.
  34. And they will say, “Praise God, who has lifted all sorrow from us. Our Lord is Most Forgiving, Most Appreciative.

1.036 - Ya-Seen, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  34. And We place in it Gardens of palm-trees and vines, and cause springs to gush out of it.
  35. That they may eat from its fruits, although their hands did not make it. Will they not be appreciative?

1.037 - The Aligners, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  43. In the Gardens of Bliss.
  44. On furnishings, facing one another.

1.038 - Saad, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  50. The Gardens of Eden, with their doors wide-open for them.
  51. Relaxing therein, and calling for abundant fruit and beverage.

1.03 - A Parable, #The Lotus Sutra, #Anonymous, #Various
  In a pleasure Garden.
  Although they are in other troubled states of being,

1.03 - On Knowledge of the World., #The Alchemy of Happiness, #Al-Ghazali, #Sufism
  Behold, another likeness of the world. Know, beloved, that the pleasures of the world, and the pains and tribulations which are the counterpart to these pleasures in the future world, resemble the man who should eat very largely of rich and delicate food and find great delight therein: but on account of his excesses, he suffers from indigestion, his stomach is irritated, vomiting and sickness ensue and he has a great deal to endure before he can recover his health. He repents of what he has been eating, and in proportion as he ate extravagantly, and found enjoyment, he now suffers corresponding pain and disappointment. Now then, in proportion as any one in the world has indulged in the pleasures of life and dissipation, so much the greater will be his anguish and torment at the moment of death. He who possesses Gardens and fields, houses, lands, and money, servants and horses, will be subject to regret and affliction at death, in proportion to their amount. This misery does not close with death, but on the contrary afterwards [72] increases. The Lord Jesus (upon whom be peace !) declares that the world is like the man who drinks sea-water. The more he drinks, the more his internal heat increases. And unless he stops, he will destroy himself by drinking.
  Man in this world resembles the guest who was invited to partake of the hospitality of a rich man. In token of respect, the servants set before him silver washing-basins, vessels of costly stones, perfumes of musk and amber with chafing dishes. The poor guest is overjoyed at the sight of these things, thinking that they have been made his own property, and belays hold of them with the intention of retaining them. The next day, when he is upon the point of departure, they are all taken from him by force, and the measure of his disappointment and regret is clear to every person of discrimination. Seeing that this world is itself a mansion built for travellers, by the road over which they are to pass, that they may make a halt, and lay in provisions preparatory to leaving it again, he is a wise guest who does not lay bis hand upon other things than his necessary provisions, lest on the morrow when about to move on, they take them out of his hands, and he expose himself to regret and sorrow.

1.03 - Sympathetic Magic, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  husband's Garden with her own sterility and prevents the trees from
  bearing fruit; hence a childless woman is generally divorced. The

1.03 - The Desert, #The Red Book Liber Novus, #unset, #Zen
  I not dear to myself? But I have avoided the place of my soul. I was my thoughts, after I was no longer events and other men. But I was not my self, confronted with my thoughts. I should also rise up above my thoughts to my own self My journey goes there, and that is why it leads away from men and events into solitude. Is it solitude, to be with oneself? Solitude is true only when the self is a desert. 73 Should I also make a Garden out of the desert? Should I people a desolate land? Should I open the airy magic Garden of the wilderness? What leads me into the desert, and what am I to do there? Is it a deception that I can no longer trust my thoughts? Only life is true, and only life leads me into the desert, truly not my thinking, that would like to return to thoughts, to men and events, since it feels uncanny in the desert. My soul, what am I to do here?
  But my soul spoke to me and said, Wait. I heard the cruel word.
  Through giving my soul all I could give, I came to the place of the soul and found that this place was a hot desert, desolate and unfruitful. No culture of the mind is enough to make a Garden out of your soul. I had cultivated my spirit, the spirit of this time in me, but not that spirit of the depths that turns to the things of the soul,
  The Desert
  Nobody can spare themselves the waiting and most will be unable to bear this torment, but will throw themselves with greed back at men, things, and thoughts, whose slaves they will become from then on. Since then it will have been clearly proved that this man is incapable of enduring beyond things, men, and thoughts, and they will hence become his master and he will become their fool, since he cannot be without them, not until even his soul has become a fruitful field. Also he whose soul is a Garden, needs things, men, and thoughts, but he is their friend and not their slave and fool.
  Everything to come was already in images: to find their soul, the ancients went into the desert. 75 This is an image. The ancients lived their symbols, since the world had not yet become real for them. Thus they went into the solitude of the desert to teach us that the place of the soul is a lonely desert. There they found the abundance of visions, the fruits of the desert, the wondrous flowers of the soul. Think diligently about the images that the ancients have

1.03 - The Sephiros, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism

1.03 - To Layman Ishii, #Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin, #unset, #Zen
  Preserve and protect it with care.' The trouble is, the roots binding the students to life are still not severed. The Gardens of the patriarchs still lie beyond their farthest horizons. Any teacher who does this, though he may love his student dearly, causes him irreparable harm. For their part, the students start dancing around, rolling their heads this way and that way, wagging their tails joyfully, eagerly lapping away at the fox slobber doled out to them, completely unaware it is a virulent poison they consume.e They waste their entire lives stuck in a half-drunken, half-sober state of delusion. Not even the hand of a Buddha can cure them.
  "A foolish man long ago heard that if you put a leech out under the sun in very hot weather, it would transform into a dragonfly and soar into the sky. One summer day, he decided to put it to the test. Wading into a marsh, he poked around until he found a particularly large old leech. Throwing it on the hot ground, he watched very carefully as the worm squirmed and writhed in agony. Suddenly, it flipped over on its back, split in two, and transformed into a ugly creature with a hundred legs like a centipede. It scowled furiously at him, snapping its fangs in anger. Ahh! This creature that was supposed to soar freely through the skies had turned into a repulsive worm that could only crawl miserably over the ground. A truly terrifying turn of events!
  Blossoms collection, is an expression of thanks for two large boulders Ishii had donated to the Shinji Gardens. The verse is filled with vivid images describing the progress of the unwieldy objects as they are rafted down from the foothills of Mount Fuji, landed on the coast near Hara village, then manhandled overl and to Shin-ji, making us feel the excitement and impatience Hakuin experienced as he awaited their arrival (a translation is found in The Religious Art of Zen Master Hakuin, 129-

1.03 - VISIT TO VIDYASAGAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  that he was a teacher at Vidyasagar's school, the Master asked: "Can you take me to Vidyasagar? I should like very much to see him." M. told Iswar Chandra of Sri Ramakrishna's wish, and the pundit gladly agreed that M. should bring the Master, some Saturday afternoon at four o'clock. He only asked M. what kind of paramahamsa the Master was, saying, "Does he wear an ochre cloth?" M. answered: "No, sir. He is an unusual person. He wears a red-bordered cloth and polished slippers. He lives in a room in Rani Rasmani's temple Garden. In his room there is a couch with a mattress and mosquito net. He has no outer indication of holiness. But he doesn't know anything except God. Day and night he thinks of God alone."
  On the afternoon of August 5 the Master left Dakshineswar in a hackney carriage, accompanied by Bhavanath, M., and Hazra. Vidyasagar lived in Badurbagan, in central Calcutta, about six miles from Dakshineswar. On the way Sri Ramakrishna talked with his companions; but as the carriage neared Vidyasagar's house his mood suddenly changed. He was overpowered with divine ecstasy. Not noticing this, M. pointed out the Garden house where Raja Rammohan Roy had lived. The Master was annoyed and said, "I don't care about such things now." He was going into an ecstatic state.
  The carriage stopped in front of. Vidyasagar's house. The Master alighted, supported by M., who then led the way. In the courtyard were many flowering plants. As the Master walked to the house he said to M., like a child, pointing to his shirt-button: "My shirt is un buttoned. Will that offend Vidyasagar?" "Oh, no!" said M. "Don't be anxious about it.
  "One should constantly remember death. Nothing will survive death. We are born into this world to perform certain duties, like the people who come from the countryside to Calcutta on business. If a visitor goes to a rich man's Garden, the superintendent says to him, 'This is our Garden', 'This is our lake', and so forth. But if the Superintendent is dismissed for some misdeed, he can't carry away even his mango-wood chest. He sends it secretly by the gate-keeper. (Laughter.)
  "God laughs on two occasions. He laughs when the physician says to the patient's mother, 'Don't be afraid, mother; I shall certainly cure your boy.' God laughs, saying to Himself, 'I am going to take his life, and this man says he will save it!' The physician thinks he is the master, forgetting that God is the Master. God laughs again when two brothers divide their land with a string, saying to each other, 'This side is mine and that side is your'. He laughs and says to Himself, 'The whole universe belongs to Me, but they say they own this portion or that portion.'
  Everybody was delighted with the Master's conversation. Again addressing Vidyasagar, he said with a smile: "Please visit the temple Garden some time - I mean the Garden of Rasmani. It's a charming place."
  VIDYASAGAR: "Oh, of course I shall go. You have so kindly come here to see me, and shall I not return your visit?"

1.040 - Forgiver, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  8. And admit them, Our Lord, into the Gardens of Eternity, which You have promised them, and the righteous among their parents, and their spouses, and their offspring. You are indeed the Almighty, the Most Wise.
  9. And shield them from the evil deeds. Whomever You shield from the evil deeds, on that Day, You have had mercy on him. That is the supreme achievement.”

1.041 - Detailed, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  30. Surely, those who say: “Our Lord is God,” and then go straight, the angels will descend upon them: “Do not fear, and do not grieve, but rejoice in the news of the Garden which you were promised.
  31. We are your allies in this life and in the Hereafter, wherein you will have whatever your souls desire, and you will have therein whatever you call for.

1.042 - Consultation, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  7. Thus We inspired you with an Arabic Quran, that you may warn the Central City and whoever is around it, and to warn of the Day of Assembly, of which there is no doubt; a group in the Garden, and a group in the Furnace.
  8. Had God willed, He could have made them one community, but He admits into His mercy whomever He wills. As for the wrongdoers, they will have no protector and no savior.
  22. You will see the unjust terrified of what they have earned, and it will befall them. As for those who believe and do good deeds, they will be in the Meadows of the Gardens; they will have whatever they please in the presence of their Lord; that is the supreme blessing.
  23. That is the good news God gives to His servants who believe and do good deeds. Say, “I ask of you no wage for it, except affection among the near of kin.” Whoever does a good deed, We will increase its goodness for him. God is Forgiving and Appreciative.

1.043 - Decorations, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  70. Enter the Garden, you and your spouses, Joyfully.
  71. They will be served around with trays of gold, and cups. Therein is whatever the souls desire and delights the eyes. Therein you will stay forever.
  72. Such is the Garden you are made to inherit, because of what you used to do.
  73. Therein you will have abundant fruit, from which you eat.

1.044 - Smoke, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  25. How many Gardens and fountains did they leave behind?
  26. And plantations, and splendid buildings.
  52. Amidst Gardens and springs.
  53. Dressed in silk and brocade, facing one another.

1.047 - Muhammad, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  12. God will admit those who believe and do good deeds into Gardens beneath which rivers flow. As for those who disbelieve, they enjoy themselves, and eat as cattle eat, and the Fire will be their dwelling.
  13. How many a town was more powerful than your town which evicted you? We destroyed them, and there was no helper for them.
  15. The likeness of the Garden promised to the righteous: in it are rivers of pure water, and rivers of milk forever fresh, and rivers of wine delightful to the drinkers, and rivers of strained honey. And therein they will have of every fruit, and forgiveness from their Lord. Like one abiding in the Fire forever, and are given to drink boiling water, that cuts-up their bowels?
  16. Among them are those who listen to you, but when they leave your presence, they say to those given knowledge, “What did he say just now?” Those are they whose hearts God has sealed, and they follow their own desires.

1.048 - Victory, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  5. He will admit the believers, male and female, into Gardens beneath which rivers flow, to abide therein forever, and He will remit their sins. That, with God, is a great triumph.
  6. And He will punish the hypocrites, male and female, and the idolaters, male and female, those who harbor evil thoughts about God. They are surrounded by evil; and God is angry with them, and has cursed them, and has prepared for them Hell—a miserable destination.
  17. There is no blame on the blind, nor any blame on the lame, nor any blame on the sick. Whoever obeys God and His Messenger—He will admit him into Gardens beneath which rivers flow; but whoever turns away—He will punish him with a painful punishment.
  18. God was pleased with the believers, when they pledged allegiance to you under the tree. He knew what was in their hearts, and sent down serenity upon them, and rewarded them with an imminent conquest.

1.04 - ADVICE TO HOUSEHOLDERS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  THE MASTER WAS CONVERSING with Kedr and some other devotees in his room in the temple Garden. Kedr was a government official and had spent several years at Dcc, in East Bengal, where he had become a friend of Vijay Goswami. The two would spend a great part of their time together, talking about Sri Ramakrishna and his spiritual experiences. Kedr had once been a member of the Brahmo Samaj. He followed the path of bhakti. Spiritual talk always brought tears to his eyes.
  It was five o'clock in the afternoon. Kedr was very happy that day, having arranged a religious festival for Sri Ramakrishna. A singer had been hired by Ram, and the whole day passed in joy.
  It was Monday, a few days before the Durga Puja, the festival of the Divine Mother. Sri Ramakrishna was in a very happy state of mind, for Narendra was with him. Narendra had brought two or three young members of the Brahmo Samaj to the temple Garden.
  Besides these, Rakhal, Ramlal, Hazra, and M. were with the Master.
  Haladhri replied, 'What is the use of seeing a mere human body, which is no better than a cage of clay?' Haladhri was a student of the Gita and Vedanta philosophy, and therefore referred to the holy man as a mere 'cage of clay'. I repeated this to Krishnakishore. With great anger he said: 'How impudent of Haladhri to make such a remark! How can he ridicule as a "cage of clay" the body of a man who constantly thinks of God, who meditates on Rama, and has renounced all for the sake of the Lord? Doesn't he know that such a man is the embodiment of Spirit?' He was so upset by Haladhri's remarks that he would turn his face away from him whenever he met him in the temple Garden, and stopped speaking to him.
  "Once Krishnakishore asked me, 'Why have you cast off the sacred thread?' In those days of God-vision I felt as if I were passing through the great storm of win, and everything had blown away from me. No trace of my old self was left. I lost all consciousness of the world. I could hardly keep my cloth on my body, not to speak of the sacred thread! I said to Krishnakishore, 'Ah, you will understand if you ever happen to be as intoxicated with God as I was.'
  "One day Jatindra came to the Garden of Jadu Mallick. I was there too. I asked him: 'What is the duty of man? Isn't it our duty to think of God?' Jatindra replied: 'We are worldly people. How is it possible for us to achieve liberation? Even King Yudhisthira had to have a vision of hell.' This made me very angry. I said to him: 'What sort of man are you? Of all the incidents of Yudhisthira's life, you remember only his seeing hell. You don't remember his truthfulness, his forbearance, his patience, his discrimination, his dispassion, his devotion to God.' I was about to say many more things, when Hriday stopped my mouth. After a little while Jatindra left the place, saying he had some other business to attend to.
  "Many days later I went with Captain to see Rj Sourindra Tagore. As soon as I met him, I said, 'I can't address you as "Rj", or by any such title, for I should be telling a lie.' He talked to me a few minutes, but even so our conversation was interrupted by the frequent visits of Europeans and others. A man of rajasic temperament, Sourindra was naturally busy with many things. Jatindra his eldest brother, had been told of my coming, but he sent word that he had a pain in his throat and couldn't go out.
  "At one time Rani Rasmani was staying in the temple Garden. She came to the shrine of the Divine Mother, as she frequently did when I worshipped Kli, and asked me to sing a song or two. On this occasion, while I was singing, I noticed she was sorting the flowers for worship absent-mindedly. At once I slapped her on the cheeks. She became quite embarrassed and sat there with folded hands.
  "Alarmed at this state of mind myself, I said to my cousin Haladhri: 'Just see my nature! How can I get rid of it?' After praying to the Divine Mother for some time with great yearning, I was able to shake off this habit.
  "When one gets into such a state of mind, one doesn't enjoy any conversation but that about God. I used to weep when I heard people talk about worldly matters. When I accompanied Mathur Babu on a pilgrimage, we spent a few days in Benares at Raja Babu's house. One day I was seated in the drawing-room with Mathur Babu, Raja Babu, and others. Hearing them talk about various worldly things, such as their business losses and so forth, I wept bitterly and said to the Divine Mother: 'Mother, where have You brought me? I was much better off in the temple Garden at Dakshineswar. Here I am in a place where I must bear about "woman and gold". But at Dakshineswar I could avoid it.' "
  The Master asked the devotees, especially Narendra, to rest awhile, and he himself lay down on the smaller couch.
  Narendra, M., and Priya were going to spend the night at the temple Garden. This pleased the Master highly, especially since Narendra would be with him. The Holy Mother, who was living in the nahabat, had prepared the supper. Surendra bore the greater part of the Master's expenses. The meal was ready, and the plates were set out on the southeast verandah of the Masters room.
  Near the east door of his room Narendra and the other devotees were gossiping.
  Sounds of conchshells and cymbals were carried on the air. The devotees came outside the room and saw the priests and servants gathering flowers in the Garden for the divine service in the temples. From the nahabat floated the sweet melody of musical instruments, befitting the morning hours.
  Narendra and the other devotees finished their morning duties and came to the Master.
  "I didn't want to leave her and return to Calcutta. Everything was arranged for me to stay with her. I was to eat double-boiled rice, and we were to have our beds on either side of the cottage. All the arrangements had been made, when Hriday said: 'You have such a weak stomach. Who will look after you?' 'Why,' said Gangamayi, 'I shall look after him. I'll nurse him.' As Hriday dragged me by one hand and she by the other, I remembered my mother, who was then living alone here in the nahabat of temple Garden. I found it impossible to stay away from her, and said to Gangamayi, 'No, I must go.' I loved the atmosphere of Vrindvan."
  About eleven o'clock the Master took his meal, the offerings from temple of Kli. After taking his noonday rest he resumed his conversation with the devotees. Every now and then he uttered the holy word "Om" or repeated the sacred names of the deities.

1.04 - THE APPEARANCE OF ANOMALY - CHALLENGE TO THE SHARED MAP, #Maps of Meaning, #Jordan Peterson, #Psychology
  suffering, in Eden or Paradise, in the walled Garden of delight ( Eden, signifies in Hebrew delight, a
  place of delight our own English word Paradise, which is from the Persian, pairi around, daeza
  a wall, means properly a walled enclosure. Apparently, then, Eden is a walled Garden of delight... 434).
  Paradise is the place where the perfect harmony of order and chaos eliminates suffering, while bringing
  Things have not yet fallen apart in the Garden of Eden have not yet separated (completely) into their
  constituent elements. Two things that cannot be discerned from one another are not two things, however,
  There is no suffering, in the Garden of Eden. In such a state things do not really exist. In consequence,
  myth appears to have equated the establishment of the opposition necessary to being with the appearance
  productive Garden, blissfully ignorant of their essential nakedness and vulnerability, they exist without
  anxious care or toil. It is the emergence of second-order self-reference awareness of the self, selfconsciousness that finally disrupts this static state of perfection, and irreversibly alters the nature of
  desperate knowledge and tragic awareness, built for him an enclosed pavilion, a walled Garden of earthly
  delights. Only the healthy, the young, and the happy were allowed access to this earthly paradise. All signs
  The Walled Garden
  After leaving the walled Garden of his childhood, Gautama becomes a master of tradition, in his
  attempt to make sense of the world of experience, as it now presented itself to him. He develops extensive
  unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the Garden?
  And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the Garden:
  But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the Garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it,
  neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.
  And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the Garden in the cool of the day: and Adam and
  his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God amongst the trees of the Garden.
  And the Lord God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?
  And he said, I heard thy voice in the Garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself.
  (Genesis 3:8-10).
  The Walled Garden
  Pa Unc ati
  Therefore the Lord God sent him forth from the Garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was
  So he drove out the man: and he placed at the east of the Garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming
  sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life. (Genesis 3:22-24).

1.04 - The Crossing of the First Threshold, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology
  I wanted to get into a wonderful Garden. But before it there was
  a watchman who would not permit me to enter. I saw that my

1.04 - The Divine Mother - This Is She, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga
  Then going back to her room, she would start the "flower work" in this state of trance. We know that she is very fond of flowers, particularly roses, both for their own sake and for their power to transmit her force. Hundreds of roses daily came to her as an offering from our Gardens. She would spread all of them on trays, pick and choose them according to size, colour, etc., trim and arrange them in different vases, aided by a sadhika. This would continue till the early hours of the morning when she would retire for a short nap. Once I had a long talk with her concerning the affairs of the Dispensary during this time. I wondered how in such a trance-condition her hands moved correctly, used the scissors, cut and trimmed the flowers and at the same time she went on answering the various problems I put before her. Much later I found the solution and that also in an embarrassing manner. She had come to do Sri Aurobindo's hair and as usual was overtaken by trance. The eyes were half closed, the body swayed but the hands were doing their work. Two of us who were then on duty began to joke and play with each other silently, assuming that she could not notice our innocent pranks. But as she was leaving the room, she said to us, "I can see everything. I have eyes at the back of my head." Imagine our discomfiture! We had heard that she was the greatest occultist known to Theon, her teacher in occultism. We had no small amount of personal experience in support of it. Still, this small incident from its manner and occasion left us flabbergasted. She must have had her inner senses functioning when the outer ones were in suspension or had ceased their work. She said on one occasion that she is extremely sensitive to the atmosphere. She can at once feel the vibrations of a place or of persons.
  In the previous chapters I have given some indications about her power of organisation, her foresight, her practical wisdom in the limited field concerning Sri Aurobindo's personal needs. Now let me cite some instances to illustrate her method of working in the larger context of the Ashram, those which I came to know in Sri Aurobindo's presence. Her mind, when she had decided upon a project, would concentrate on it and not relax until it was accomplished or stood on a sound basis. In the same manner she would deal with several projects in the course of the day. She could be single-pointed and many-faceted at the same time. It is the way with all great men of action, I believe.

1.04 - The Paths, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism
  A Garden OF POMEGRANATES design of which is Spirit. Spirilus is the Latin word meaning Air or breath.
  The fan as a magical weapon is attri buted to Aleph, having an obvious reference to Air. Its colour is Sky

1.04 - The Qabalah The Best Training for Memory, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  Nobody can do it for you. What is your own true Number? You must find it and prove it to be correct. In the course of a few years, you should have built yourself a Palace of Ineffable Glory, a Garden of Indescribable Delight. Nor Time nor Fate can tame those tranquil towers, those Minarets of Music, or fade one blossom in those avenues of Perfume!
  Humph! Nasty of me: but it has just stuck me that it might be just as well if you made a Sepher Sephiroth of your own! What a positively beastly thing to suggest! However, I do suggest it.

1.04 - THE RABBIT SENDS IN A LITTLE BILL, #Alice in Wonderland, #Lewis Carroll, #Fiction
  "The first thing I've got to do," said Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, "is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely Garden. I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other, but the great question is

1.04 - To the Priest of Rytan-ji, #Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin, #unset, #Zen
  Jik Anj has come and delivered another letter. I read it while we were having a cup of tea, and was glad to learn that you are in good health. You should not worry about me. I am doing fine, still spending much of my time in the Garden checking to see how my eggplants are coming along.
  It is the third letter you have written and the third time your emissary has made a trip all this way to deliver it to me. I have been extremely negligent in failing to respond to your requests, but the reason I have not answered is because I find the responsibility involved in accepting such an invitation so intimidating. I know only too well how dim my prospects are for carrying it out. A hedge-parson such as myself is totally unfit for such a momentous task. It's like trying to make an earthworm roar like a dragon, or make a jackass perform tricks like a fine riding horse.

1.050 - Qaf, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  9. And We brought down from the sky blessed water, and produced with it Gardens and grain to harvest.
  10. And the soaring palm trees, with clustered dates.

1.051 - The Spreaders, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  15. But the pious are amidst Gardens and springs.
  16. Receiving what their Lord has given them. They were virtuous before that.

1.052 - The Mount, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  17. But the righteous will be amid Gardens and bliss.
  18. Enjoying what their Lord has given them, and their Lord has spared them the suffering of Hell.

1.053 - The Star, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  15. Near which is the Garden of Repose.
  16. As there covered the Lotus Tree what covered it.

1.054 - The Moon, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  54. The righteous will be amidst Gardens and rivers.
  55. In an assembly of virtue, in the presence of an Omnipotent King.

1.055 - The Compassionate, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  46. But for him who feared the standing of his Lord are two Gardens.
  47. So which of your Lord’s marvels will you deny?
  54. Reclining on furnishings lined with brocade, and the fruits of the two Gardens are near at hand.
  55. So which of your Lord’s marvels will you deny?
  62. And beneath them are two Gardens.
  63. So which of your Lord’s marvels will you deny?

1.056 - The Inevitable, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  12. In the Gardens of Bliss.
  13. A throng from the ancients.
  89. Then happiness, and flowers, and Garden of Delights.
  90. And if he is one of those on the Right.

1.057 - Iron, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  12. On the Day when you see the believing men and believing women—their light radiating ahead of them, and to their right: “Good news for you today: Gardens beneath which rivers flow, dwelling therein forever. That is the great triumph.”
  13. On the Day when the hypocritical men and hypocritical women will say to those who believed, “Wait for us; let us absorb some of your light.” It will be said, “Go back behind you, and seek light.” A wall will be raised between them, in which is a door; within it is mercy, and outside it is agony.
  21. Race towards forgiveness from your Lord; and a Garden as vast as the heavens and the earth, prepared for those who believe in God and His messengers. That is the grace of God; He bestows it on whomever He wills. God is the Possessor of Immense Grace.
  22. No calamity occurs on earth, or in your souls, but it is in a Book, even before We make it happen. That is easy for God.

1.058 - The Argument, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  22. You will not find a people who believe in God and the Last Day, loving those who oppose God and His Messenger, even if they were their parents, or their children, or their siblings, or their close relatives. These—He has inscribed faith in their hearts, and has supported them with a spirit from Him. And He will admit them into Gardens beneath which rivers flow, wherein they will dwell forever. God is pleased with them, and they are pleased with Him. These are the partisans of God. Indeed, it is God’s partisans who are the successful.

1.05 - Adam Kadmon, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism
   particular classification is that the unredeemed Virgin,
  Below the Abyss is the Ruach, the Intellect, that part of one's individualized consciousness which becomes aware of things, desires them, and tries to attain them. It is a
   inaccessible as the nature of external bodies is, and some philosophers observing this fact, and the experience that the mind was but a succession of states of consciousness and an associated setting up of various relations, considered that the existence of the Soul was not proven - confusing the idea of a Soul with the instrument of mind which it uses.
   moulded, for the Qabalah regards the body as impermanent and in a condition of perpetual flux. It is never the same from one moment to another, and within a period of seven years it has a completely new set of particles. But despite this constant throwing off of atoms, etc., there is something persisting from birth to death, changing its aspect a little, but remaining the same, giving the body a more or less con- sistent appearance during its life. This astral double or

1.05 - ADVICE FROM A CATERPILLAR, #Alice in Wonderland, #Lewis Carroll, #Fiction
  It was so long since she had been anything near the right size that it felt quite strange at first. "The next thing is to get into that beautiful Garden--how _is_ that to be done, I wonder?" As she said this, she came suddenly upon an open place, with a little house in it about four feet high. "Whoever lives there," thought Alice, "it'll never do to come upon them _this_ size; why, I should frighten them out of their wits!" She did not venture to go near the house till she had brought herself down to nine inches high.

1.05 - Bhakti Yoga, #Amrita Gita, #Swami Sivananda Saraswati, #Hinduism
  8. Bhakti grows gradually just as you grow a flower or a tree in a Garden. Cultivate Bhakti in the Garden of your heart gradually.
  9. Faith is necessary for attaining God-realisation. Faith can work wonders. Faith can move mountains. Faith can take you to the inner chambers of the Lord, where reason dares not enter.

1.05 - BOOK THE FIFTH, #Metamorphoses, #Ovid, #Poetry
  As in the Garden's shady walk she stray'd,
  A fair pomegranate charm'd the simple maid,

1.05 - Problems of Modern Psycho therapy, #The Practice of Psycho therapy, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
  trained upon the trellis of the norm by the Gardeners art. Only then willnormal adaptation be reached.

1.05 - Solitude, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  I have occasional visits in the long winter evenings, when the snow falls fast and the wind howls in the wood, from an old settler and original proprietor, who is reported to have dug Walden Pond, and stoned it, and fringed it with pine woods; who tells me stories of old time and of new eternity; and between us we manage to pass a cheerful evening with social mirth and pleasant views of things, even without apples or cider,a most wise and humorous friend, whom I love much, who keeps himself more secret than ever did Goffe or Whalley; and though he is thought to be dead, none can show where he is buried. An elderly dame, too, dwells in my neighborhood, invisible to most persons, in whose odorous herb Garden I love to stroll sometimes, gathering simples and listening to her fables; for she has a genius of unequalled fertility, and her memory runs back farther than mythology, and she can tell me the original of every fable, and on what fact every one is founded, for the incidents occurred when she was young. A ruddy and lusty old dame, who delights in all weathers and seasons, and is likely to outlive all her children yet.
  The indescribable innocence and beneficence of Nature,of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,such health, such cheer, they afford forever! and such sympathy have they ever with our race, that all

1.05 - Some Results of Initiation, #Knowledge of the Higher Worlds, #Rudolf Steiner, #Theosophy
   spiritual world. The founders of the great cosmogonies did not give mankind these teachings from some vague feeling. They gave them for the good reason that they were great initiates. Out of their knowledge did they shape their moral teachings. They knew how these would act upon the finer nature of man, and desired that their followers should gradually achieve the development of this finer nature. To live in the sense of these great cosmogonies means to work for the attainment of personal spiritual perfection. Only by so doing can man become a servant of the world and of humanity. Self-perfection is by no means self-seeking, for the imperfect man is an imperfect servant of the world and of humanity. The more perfect a man is, the better does he serve the world. "If the rose adorns itself, it adorns the Garden."
  The founders of the great cosmogonies are therefore the great initiates. Their teaching flows into the soul of men, and thus, with humanity, the whole world moves forward. Quite consciously did they work to further this evolutionary process of humanity. Their teachings can only be understood if it be remembered that they

1.05 - THE HOSTILE BROTHERS - ARCHETYPES OF RESPONSE TO THE UNKNOWN, #Maps of Meaning, #Jordan Peterson, #Psychology
  Cherub, a splendid creature living in the Garden of Eden till the day that iniquity was found in thee. In
  the New Testament (Luke 10:18) Jesus speaks of Satan as falling from heaven, hence Satans traditional
  An old English legend reports what Seth saw in the Garden of Eden. In the midst of paradise there rose
  a shining fountain, from which four streams flowed, watering the whole world. Over the fountain stood
  points and all the low points are metaphorically related to one another. That is, the Garden of Eden, the Promised
  Land, Jerusalem, and Mount Zion are interchangeable synonyms for the home of the soul, and in Christian imagery

1.05 - The Magical Control of the Weather, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  cloudless blue. The Gardens of the Conca d'Oro, which surround
  Palermo with a magnificent belt of verdure, were withering. Food was
  dumped St. Joseph in a Garden to see the state of things for
  himself, and they swore to leave him there in the sun till rain

1.05 - THE MASTER AND KESHAB, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  About four o'clock in the afternoon the steamboat with Keshab and his Brahmo followers cast anchor in the Ganges alongside the Kli temple at Dakshineswar. The passengers saw in front of them the bathing-ghat and the chandni. To their left, in the temple compound, stood six temples of iva, and to their right another group of six iva temples. The white steeple of the Kli temple, the tree-tops of the Panchavati, and the silhouette of pine-trees stood high against the blue autumn sky. The Gardens between the two nahabats were filled with fragrant flowers, and along the bank of the Ganges were rows of flowering plants. The blue sky was reflected in the brown water of the river, the sacred Ganges, associated with the most ancient traditions of Aryan civilization. The outer world appeared soft and serene, and the hearts of the Brahmo devotees were filled with peace.
  Master in samdhi
  Dakshineswar, with its temples and Gardens, was left behind. The paddles of the boat churned the waters of the Ganges with a murmuring sound. But the devotees were indifferent to all this. Spellbound, they looked on a great yogi, his face lighted with a divine smile, his countenance radiating love, his eyes sparkling with joy-a man who had renounced all for God and who knew nothing but God. Unceasing words of wisdom flowed from his lips.
  Reasoning of jnanis
  Gradually the ebb-tide set in. The steamboat was speeding toward Calcutta. It passed under the Howrah Bridge and came within sight of the Botanical Garden. The captain was asked to go a little farther down the river. The passengers were enchanted with the Master's words, and most of them had no idea of time or of how far they had come.
  Keshab began to serve some puffed rice and grated coconut. The guests held these in the folds of their wearing-cloths and presently started to eat. Everyone was joyful. The Master noticed, however, that Keshab and Vijay rather shrank from each other, and he was anxious to reconcile them.
  It was late. Surendra had not yet returned. The Master had to leave for the temple Garden, and a cab was brought for him. M. and Narendra saluted him and took their leave. Sri Ramakrishna's carriage started for Dakshineswar through the moonlit streets.

1.061 - Column, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  12. He will forgive you your sins; and will admit you into Gardens beneath which rivers flow, and into beautiful mansions in the Gardens of Eden. That is the supreme success.
  13. And something else you love: support from God, and imminent victory. So give good news to the believers.

1.064 - Gathering, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  9. The Day when He gathers you for the Day of Gathering—that is the Day of Mutual Exchange. Whoever believes in God and acts with integrity, He will remit his misdeeds, and will admit him into Gardens beneath which rivers flow, to dwell therein forever. That is the supreme achievement.
  10. But as for those who disbelieve and denounce Our revelations—these are the inmates of the Fire, dwelling therein forever; and what a miserable fate!

1.065 - Divorce, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  11. A messenger who recites to you God’s Verses, clear and distinct, that he may bring those who believe and work righteousness from darkness into light. Whoever believes in God and acts with integrity, He will admit him into Gardens beneath which rivers flow, therein to abide forever. God has given him an excellent provision.
  12. God is He Who created seven heavens, and their like of earth. The command descends through them, so that you may know that God is Capable of everything, and that God Encompasses everything in knowledge.

1.066 - Prohibition, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  8. O you who believe! Repent to God with sincere repentance. Perhaps your Lord will remit your sins, and admit you into Gardens beneath which rivers flow, on the Day when God will not disappoint the Prophet and those who believed with him. Their light streaming before them, and to their right, they will say, “Our Lord, complete our light for us, and forgive us; You are capable of all things.”
  9. O prophet! Strive hard against the disbelievers and the hypocrites, and be stern with them. Their abode is Hell. What a miserable destination!

1.068 - The Pen, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  17. We tested them, as We tested the owners of the Garden, when they vowed to harvest it in the morning.
  18. Without any reservation.
  34. For the righteous are Gardens of Delight with their Lord.
  35. Shall We treat the Muslims like the villains?

1.069 - The Reality, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  22. In a lofty Garden.
  23. Its pickings are within reach.

1.06 - The Literal Qabalah, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism
   that the general implication of that Path was that of the descent of the Holy Spirit. Apart from all the other information furnished, how may we confirm such a conclusion ?
  Some little time after the above passage was written, the writer had the opportunity to consult a Hebrew lexicon in which he discovered much confirmatory matter ; that pan may be considered primarily as a verb in the future tense, third person singular, and in all probability derived from the root derivative meaning " to burn, kindle, or light ".
   as unfair critics have alleged, the symbolism being merely used as graphically descriptive of what is considered to be a real fact in mystical experience, without having the slight- est reference to the central figurehead of the New Testa- ment. I make this remark to reassure those of my readers who may be of Jewish persuasion.

1.06 - THE MASTER WITH THE BRAHMO DEVOTEES, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  IT WAS SATURDAY. The semi-annual Brahmo festival, celebrated each autumn and spring, was being held in Benimadhav Pal's beautiful Garden house at Sinthi, about three miles north of Calcutta. The house stood in a secluded place suited for contemplation.
  Trees laden with flowers, artificial lakes with grassy banks, and green arbours enhanced the beauty of the grounds. Just as the fleecy clouds were turning gold in the light of the setting sun, the Master arrived.
  When the carriage bringing the Master and a few devotees reached the Garden house, the assembly stood up respectfully to receive him. There was a sudden silence, like that which comes when the curtain in a theatre is about to be rung up. People who had been conversing with one another now fixed their attention on the Master's serene face, eager not to lose one word that might fall from his lips.
  Master's joy on seeing Shivanth
  Worldly people's indifference to spiritual life MASTER: "Many people visit the temple Garden at Dakshineswar. If I see some among the visitors indifferent to God, I say to them, 'You had better sit over there.' Or sometimes I say, 'Go and see the beautiful buildings.' (Laughter.) "Sometimes I find that the devotees of God are accompanied by worthless people. Their companions are immersed in gross worldliness and don't enjoy spiritual talk at all. Since the devotees keep on, for a long time, talking with me about God, the others become restless. Finding it impossible to sit there any longer, they whisper to their devotee friends: 'When shall we be going? How long will you stay here?' The devotees say: 'Wait a bit. We shall go after a little while.' Then the worldly people say in a disgusted tone: 'Well, then, you can talk. We shall wait for you in the boat.' (All laugh.) Power of God's name
  "Worldly people will never listen to you if you ask them to renounce everything and devote themselves whole-heartedly to God. Therefore Chaitanya and Nitai, after some deliberation, made an arrangement to attract the worldly. They would say to such persons, 'Come, repeat the name of Hari, and you shall have a delicious soup of magur fish and the embrace of a young woman.' Many people, attracted by the fish and the woman, would chant the name of God. After tasting a little of the nectar of God's hallowed name, they would soon realize that the 'fish soup' really meant the tears they shed for love of God, while the 'young woman' signified the earth. The embrace of the woman meant rolling on the ground in the rapture of divine love.
  (To Shivanath and the other Brahmo devotees) "Can you tell me why you dwell so much on the powers and glories of God? I asked the same thing of Keshab Sen. One day Keshab and his party came to the temple Garden at Dakshineswar. I told them I wanted to hear how they lectured. A meeting was arranged in the paved courtyard above the bathing-ghat on the Ganges, where Keshab gave a talk. He spoke very well. I went into a trance. After the lecture I said to Keshab, 'Why do you so often say such things as: "O
  God, what beautiful flowers Thou hast made! O God, Thou hast created the heavens, the stars, and the ocean!" and so on?' Those who love splendour themselves are fond of dwelling on God's splendour.
  "Therefore I say, a man seeks the person in whom he finds joy. What need has he to ask where that person lives, the number of his houses, Gardens, relatives, and servants, or the amount of his wealth? I forget everything when I see Narendra. Never, even unwittingly, have I asked him where he lived, what his father's profession was, or the number of his brothers.
  "Dive deep in the sweetness of God's Bliss. What need have we of His infinite creation and unlimited glory?"
  It was about half past eight when the evening worship began in the prayer hall. Soon the moon rose in the autumn sky and flooded the trees and creepers of the Garden with its light. After prayer the devotees began to sing. Sri Ramakrishna was dancing, intoxicated with love of God. The Brahmo devotees danced around him to the accompaniment of drums and cymbals. All appeared to be in a very joyous mood. The place echoed and reechoed with God's holy name. When the music had stopped, Sri Ramakrishna prostrated himself on the ground and, making salutations to the Divine Mother again and again, said: "Bhagavata-Bhakta-Bhagavan! My salutations at the feet of the jnanis! My salutations at the feet of the bhaktas! I salute the bhaktas who believe in God with form, and I salute the bhaktas who believe in God without form. I salute the knowers of Brahman of olden times. And my salutations at the feet of the modern knowers of Brahman of the Brahmo Samaj!"
  Then the Master and the devotees enjoyed a supper of delicious dishes, which Benimadhav, their host, had provided.
  In the afternoon Sri Ramakrishna was seated on the west porch of his room in the temple Garden at Dakshineswar. Among others, Baburam, Ramdayal, and M. were present. These three were going to spend the night with the Master. M. intended to stay the following day also, for he was having his Christmas holidays. Baburam had only recently begun to visit the Master.
  MASTER (to the devotees): "A man becomes liberated even in this life when he knows that God is the Doer of all things. Once Keshab came here with Sambhu Mallick. I said to him, 'Not even a leaf moves except by the will of God.' Where is man's free will? All are under the will of God. Nangta was a man of great knowledge, yet even he was about to drown himself in the Ganges. He stayed here eleven months. At one time he suffered from stomach trouble. The excruciating pain made him lose control over himself, and he wanted to drown himself in the river. There was a long shoal near the bathing-ghat. However far he went into the river, he couldn't find water above his knees. Then he understood everything and came back. At one time I was very ill and was about to cut my throat with a knife. Therefore I say: 'O Mother, I am the machine and Thou art the Operator; I am the chariot and Thou art the Driver. I move as Thou movest me; I do as Thou makest me do.' "
  MASTER: "Is it possible to understand God's action and His motive? He creates, He preserves, and He destroys. Can we ever understand why He destroys? I say to the Divine Mother: 'O Mother, I do not need to understand. Please give me love for Thy Lotus Feet.' The aim of human life is to attain bhakti. As for other things, the Mother knows best. I have come to the Garden to eat mangoes. What is the use of my calculating the number of trees, branches, and leaves? I only eat the mangoes; I don't need to know the number of trees and leaves."
  Baburam, M., and Ramdayal slept that night on the floor of the Master's room.
  MASTER (to the Marwari devotees): "You see, the feeling of 'I' and 'mine' is the result of ignorance. But to say, 'O God, Thou art the Doer; all these belong to Thee' is the sign of Knowledge. How can you say such a thing as 'mine'? The superintendent of the Garden says, 'This is my Garden.' But if he is dismissed because of some misconduct, then he does not have the courage to take away even such a worthless thing as his mango-wood box. Anger and lust cannot be destroyed. Turn them toward God. If you must feel desire and temptation, then desire to realize God, feel tempted by Him. Discriminate and turn the passions away from worldly objects. When the elephant is about to devour a plaintain-tree in someone's Garden, the mahut strikes it with his iron-tipped goad.
  "You are merchants. You know how to improve your business gradually. Some of you start with a castor-oil factory. After making some money at that, you open a cloth shop. In the same way, one makes progress toward God. It may be that you go into solitude, now and then, and devote more time to prayer.

1.070 - Ways of Ascent, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  35. These will be honored in Gardens.
  36. What is with those who disbelieve, stretching their necks towards you.
  38. Is every one of them aspiring to be admitted into a Garden of Bliss?
  39. No indeed! We created them from what they know.

1.071 - Noah, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  12. And provide you with wealth and children, and allot for you Gardens, and allot for you rivers.
  13. What is the matter with you, that you do not appreciate God’s Greatness?

1.074 - The Enrobed, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  40. In Gardens, inquiring.
  41. About the guilty.

1.076 - Man, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  12. And will reward them for their patience with a Garden and silk.
  13. Reclining therein on the thrones; experiencing therein neither sun, nor frost.

1.078 - The Event, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  16. And luxuriant Gardens?
  17. The Day of Sorting has been appointed.
  32. Gardens and vineyards.
  33. And splendid spouses, well matched.

1.07 - A MAD TEA-PARTY, #Alice in Wonderland, #Lewis Carroll, #Fiction
  Once more she found herself in the long hall and close to the little glass table. Taking the little golden key, she unlocked the door that led into the Garden. Then she set to work nibbling at the mushroom (she had kept a piece of it in her pocket) till she was about a foot high; then she walked down the little passage; and _then_--she found herself at last in the beautiful Garden, among the bright flower-beds and the cool fountains.

1.07 - The Literal Qabalah (continued), #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism

1.07 - THE MASTER AND VIJAY GOSWAMI, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  "Many years ago a young man of about twenty used to come to the temple Garden from Baranagore; his name was Gopal Sen. In my presence he used to experience such intense ecstasy that Hriday had to support him for fear he might fall to the ground and break his limbs. That young man touched my feet one day and said: 'Sir, I shall not be able to see you any more. Let me bid you good-bye.' A few days later I learnt that he had given up his body.
  Four classes of men
  "Money is also a great upadhi. The possession of money makes such a difference in a man! He is no longer the same person. A brahmin used to frequent the temple Garden.
  Outwardly he was very modest. One day I went to Konnagar with Hriday. No sooner did we get off the boat than we noticed the brahmin seated on the bank of the Ganges. We thought he had been enjoying the fresh air. Looking at us, he said: 'Hello there, priest!
  Sitting on the floor in the room was a young man from Agarpara about twenty-two years old. Whenever he came to the temple Garden, he would take the Master aside, by a sign, and whisper his thoughts to him. He was a newcomer. That day he was sitting on the floor near the Master.
  MASTER (to the young man): "A man can change his nature by imitating another's character. He can get rid of a passion like lust by assuming the feminine mood. He gradually comes to act exactly like a woman. I have noticed that men who take female parts in the theatre speak like women or brush their teeth like women while bathing.

1.080 - He Frowned, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  30. And luscious Gardens.
  31. And fruits and vegetables.

1.085 - The Constellations, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  11. Those who believe and do righteous deeds will have Gardens beneath which rivers flow. That is the great triumph.
  12. The onslaught of your Lord is severe.

1.088 - The Overwhelming, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  10. In a lofty Garden.
  11. In it you will hear no nonsense.

1.08a - The Ladder, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism
   extend the field of its activity, limited by its logic, it could think of nothing better than to deny.
   divine. And, in any event, its significance suggests forces and powers which, like the commotion in the past concern- ing the Unconscious and the present widespread interest in glands and the effects of glandular secretions on the person- ality and consciousness, represent realities which definitely are not merely physiological. It is this fact which the reader must ever bear in mind.
   soul's heaven which should fill us with inexpressible happi- ness ? How are we to get back, for return we must, to
   the exuberant spiritual intoxications of the St. John's and
   the experience be spontaneous and ennobling, one can never be reasonably certain that there will occur the desired and longed for event, which comes as the gracious calm such as one sees in a tropical country after a heavy and violent rain. In the second case, the same landscape or the manifold sensations of dark secret woods with the impression of the convocations of the hosts of the mighty, the singing streams and rivulets, and the carefree chirping of birds aloft in the empyrean - all these are like the mnemonic basis of Ritual, creating of necessity what we may term a Magical effect. That is, they overwhelm the recipient mind in boundless ecstasy of delight and joy, and the individual Ruach transcends temporarily its inhibiting barriers of custom, taboo, and restriction, and wings its way towards its Tsureh above the barren desert Abyss ; or else it falls into a sublime union with the Soul of Universal
  Diagram No. 13

1.08 - BOOK THE EIGHTH, #Metamorphoses, #Ovid, #Poetry
  A Garden-sallad was the third supply,
  Of endive, radishes, and succory:

1.08 - THE MASTERS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  It was Sri Ramakrishna's birthday. Many of his disciples and devotees wanted to celebrate the happy occasion at the Dakinewar temple Garden.
  From early morning the devotees streamed in, alone or in parties. After the morning worship in the temples sweet music was played in the nahabat. It was springtime. The trees, creepers, and plants were covered with new leaves and blossoms. The very air seemed laden with joy. And the hearts of the devotees were glad on this auspicious day.

1.08 - THE QUEEN'S CROQUET GROUND, #Alice in Wonderland, #Lewis Carroll, #Fiction
  A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the Garden; the roses growing on it were white, but there were three Gardeners at it, busily painting them red. Suddenly their eyes chanced to fall upon Alice, as she stood watching them. "Would you tell me, please," said Alice, a little timidly, "why you are painting those roses?"
  Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began, in a low voice, "Why, the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have been a
  _red_ rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; and, if the Queen was to find it out, we should all have our heads cut off, you know. So you see, Miss, we're doing our best, afore she comes, to--" At this moment, Five, who had been anxiously looking across the Garden, called out, "The Queen! The Queen!" and the three Gardeners instantly threw themselves flat upon their faces. There was a sound of many footsteps and Alice looked 'round, eager to see the Queen.
  First came ten soldiers carrying clubs, with their hands and feet at the corners: next the ten courtiers; these were ornamented all over with diamonds. After these came the royal children; there were ten of them, all ornamented with hearts. Next came the guests, mostly Kings and Queens, and among them Alice recognized the White Rabbit. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the King's crown on a crimson velvet cushion; and last of all this grand procession came THE KING AND THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.
  Alice thought she might as well go back and see how the game was going on. So she went off in search of her hedgehog. The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog, which seemed to Alice an excellent opportunity for croqueting one of them with the other; the only difficulty was that her flamingo was gone across to the other side of the Garden, where Alice could see it trying, in a helpless sort of way, to fly up into a tree. She caught the flamingo and tucked it away under her arm, that it might not escape again.
  Just then Alice ran across the Duchess (who was now out of prison). She tucked her arm affectionately into Alice's and they walked off together.

1.098 - Clear Evidence, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  8. Their reward is with their Lord: Gardens of Eternity beneath which rivers flow, where they will abide forever. God is pleased with them, and they are pleased with Him. That is for whoever fears His Lord.

1.09 - ADVICE TO THE BRAHMOS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  The Master wanted to hear a few songs. Ramlal and a brahmin official of the temple Garden sang:
  Dwell, O Lord, O Lover of bhakti,
  "Then there is the class of the everperfect. They are born in each life with their spiritual consciousness already awakened. Think of a spring whose outlet is obstructed. While looking after various things in the Garden, the plumber accidentally clears it and the water gushes out. Yet people are amazed to see the first manifestations of an everperfect soul's zeal for God. They say, 'Where was all this devotion and renunciation and love?'"
  The conversation turned to the spiritual zeal of devotees, as illustrated in the earnestness of the gopis of Vrindvan. Ramlal sang:
  MASTER: "Everything depends on the will of God. The world is His play. He has created all these different things-great and small, strong and weak, good and bad, virtuous and vicious. This is all His maya, His sport. You must have observed that all the trees in a Garden are not of the same kind.
  "As long as a man has not realized God, he thinks he is free. It is God Himself who keeps this error in man. Otherwise sin would have multiplied. Man would not have been afraid of sin, and there would have been no punishment for it.

1.09 - Sleep and Death, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  crossed over." Since this experience is typical of many deaths, it should be noted that the two friends met in lovely colored Gardens,
  typical of the higher vital regions (corresponding to the heart center),

11.01 - The Eternal Day The Souls Choice and the Supreme Consummation, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  My Garden of life to plant a seed divine.
  When all thy work in human time is done
  This world shall be God's visible Garden-house,
  The earth shall be a field and camp of God,

1.1.04 - Philosophy, #Essays Divine And Human, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  The man of unalloyed intellect has a very high and difficult function; it is his function to teach men to think clearly and purely. In order to effect that for mankind, to carry reason as far as that somewhat stumbling and hesitating Pegasus will go, he sacrifices all the bypaths of mental enjoyment, the shady alleys and the moonlit Gardens of the soul, in order that he may walk in rare air and a cold sunlight, living highly and austerely on the peaks of his mind and seeking God severely through knowledge.
  He treads down his emotions, because emotion distorts reason and replaces it by passions, desires, preferences, prejudices, prejudgments. He avoids life, because life awakes all his sensational being and puts his reason at the mercy of egoism, of sensational reactions of anger, fear, hope, hunger, ambition, instead of allowing it to act justly and do disinterested work. It becomes merely the paid pleader of a party, a cause, a creed, a dogma, an intellectual faction. Passion and eagerness, even intellectual eagerness, so disfigure the greatest minds that even Shankara becomes a sophist and a word-twister, and even Buddha argues in a circle. The philosopher wishes above all to preserve his intellectual righteousness; he is or should be as careful of his mental rectitude as the saint of his moral stainlessness. Therefore he avoids, as far as the world will let him, the conditions which disturb. But in this way he cuts himself off from experience and only the gods can know without experience. Sieyes said that politics was a subject of which he had made a science.

1.10 - BOOK THE TENTH, #Metamorphoses, #Ovid, #Poetry
  As in a water'd Garden's blooming walk,
  When some rude hand has bruis'd its tender stalk,

1.10 - Relics of Tree Worship in Modern Europe, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  small umbrageous arbours are constructed in the Garden. In Stockholm
  on this day a leaf-market is held at which thousands of May-poles

1.10 - THE MASTER WITH THE BRAHMO DEVOTEES (II), #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  SRI RAMAKRISHNA paid a visit to Benimadhav Pal's Garden house at Sinthi, near Calcutta, on the occasion of the semi-annual festival of the Brahmo Samaj. Many devotees of the Samaj were present and sat around the Master. Now and then some of them asked him questions.
  Love and prayer
  "Once a devotee was overwhelmed with ecstasy at the sight of a babla-tree. The idea flashed in his mind that the handle of the axe used in the Garden of the temple of Radhakanta was made from the wood of the babla. Another devotee had such devotion for his guru that he would be overwhelmed with divine feeling at the sight of his guru's neighbours. Krishna-consciousness would be kindled in Radha's mind at the sight of a cloud, a blue dress, or a painting of Krishna. She would become restless and cry like a mad person, 'Krishna, where art Thou?' "
  GHOSAL: "But madness is not desirable."

1.10 - THE NEIGHBORS HOUSE, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry
  Behind the house, in my Garden, then,
  This eve we'll expect the gentlemen.

1.10 - The Revolutionary Yogi, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  On May 4, 1908, at dawn, Sri Aurobindo was pulled out of bed at gunpoint by the British police. He was thirty-six. An attempt on the life of a British magistrate based in Calcutta had just failed. The bomb used in the attempt had been manufactured in the Garden where Barin,
  his younger brother, had been training "disciples."

1.11 - The Influence of the Sexes on Vegetation, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  because she is supposed to prevent her husband's Garden from bearing
  fruit. On the contrary, a couple who have given proof of
  being trained, the men sleep near the Gardens and never approach
  their wives; should they enter the Garden after breaking this rule
  of continence the fruits of the Garden would be spoilt.
  If we ask why it is that similar beliefs should logically lead,

1.11 - WITH THE DEVOTEES AT DAKSHINEWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  ABOUT NINE O'CLOCK in the morning the devotees began to arrive at the temple Garden. Sri Ramakrishna was sitting on the porch of his room facing the Ganges. M., who had spent the previous night with the Master, sat near him. Balarm and several other devotees were present. Rkhl lay on the floor, resting his head on the Master's lap. For the past few days the Master had been regarding Rkhl as the Baby Krishna.
  Seeing Trailokya passing on his way to the Kali temple, Sri Ramakrishna asked Rkhl to get up. Trailokya bowed to the Master.
  "One night a fisherman went into a Garden and cast his net into the lake in order to steal some fish. The owner heard him and surrounded him with his servants. They brought lighted torches and began to search for him. In the mean time the fisherman smeared his body with ashes and sat under a tree, pretending to be a holy man. The owner and his men searched a great deal but could not find the thief. All they saw was a holy man covered with ashes, meditating under a tree. The next day the news spread in the neighbourhood that a great sage was staying in the Garden. People gathered there and saluted him with offerings of fruit, flowers, and sweets. Many also offered silver and copper coins. 'How strange!' thought the fisherman. 'I am not a genuine holy man, and still people show such devotion to me. I shall certainly realize God if I become a true sadhu. There is no doubt about it.'
  "If a mere pretence of religious life can bring such spiritual awakening, you can imagine the effect of real sadhana. In that state you will surely realize what is real and what is unreal. God alone is real, and the world is illusory."
  Manilal, a member of the Brahmo Samaj, believed in a formless God. Addressing him, the Master said: "Kabir used to say: 'God with form is my Mother, the formless God my Father. Whom should I blame? Whom should I adore? The two sides of the scales are even.' During the day-time Haladhari used to meditate on God with form, and at night on the formless God. Whichever attitude you adopt, you will certainly realize God if you have firm faith. You may believe in God with form or in God without form, but your faith must be sincere and whole-hearted. Sambhu Mallick used to come on foot from Baghbazar to his Garden house at Dakshineswar. One day a friend said to him: 'It is risky to walk such a long distance. Why don't you come in a carriage?' At that Sambhu's face turned red and he exclaimed: 'I set out repeating the name of God! What danger can befall me?' Through faith alone one attains everything. I used to say, 'I shall take all this to be true if I meet a certain person or if a certain officer of the temple Garden talks to me.' What I would think of would invariably come to pass."
  M. had studied English logic. In the chapters on fallacies he had read that only superstitious people believed in the coincidence of morning dreams with actual events.
  Rkhl and Hazra were staying with the Master in the temple Garden at Dakshineswar.
  M., too, had been there since the previous Sunday. As it was a week-day there were only a few devotees in the room. Generally people gathered there in large numbers on Sundays or holidays.
  It was the day of the new moon. Gradually night descended and dense darkness enveloped the trees and the temples. A few lights shone here and there in the temple Garden. The black sky was reflected in the waters of the Ganges.
  The Master went to the verandah south of his room. A spiritual mood was the natural state of his mind. The dark night of the new moon, associated with the black complexion of Kali, the Divine Mother, intensified his spiritual exaltation. Now and then he repeated "Om" and the name of Kali.
  MASTER: "Will you take me in a carriage some day to Mati Seal's Garden house at Belgharia? When you throw puffed rice into the lake there, the fish come to the surface and eat it. Ah! I feel so happy to see them sport in the water. That will awaken your spiritual consciousness too. You will feel as if the fish of the human soul were playing in the Ocean of Satchidananda. In the same manner, I go into an ecstatic mood when I stand in a big meadow. I feel like a fish released from a bowl into a lake.
  "Spiritual discipline is necessary in order to see God. I had to pass through very severe discipline. How many austerities I practised under the bel-tree! I would lie down under it, crying to the Divine Mother, 'O Mother, reveal Thyself to me.' The tears would flow in torrents and soak my body."
  "You have taken so much trouble to come here. You must be seeking God. But almost everyone is satisfied simply by seeing the Garden. Only one or two look for its owner.
  People enjoy the beauty of the world; they do not seek its Owner.
  MASTER: "There is no doubt that virtue and vice exist in the world; but God Himself is unattached to them. There may be good and bad smells in the air, but the air is not attached to them. The very nature of God's creation is that good and evil, righteousness and unrighteousness, will always exist in the world. Among the trees in the Garden one finds mango and jackfruit, and hog plum too. Haven't you noticed that even wicked men are needed? Suppose there are rough tenants on an estate; then the landlord must send a ruffian to control them."
  The conversation again turned to the life of the householder.
  Sri Ramakrishna was resting in his room in the temple Garden at Dakshineswar. It was afternoon. Adhar and M. arrived and saluted the Master. A Tantrik devotee also came in. Rkhl , Hazra, and Ramlal were staying with Sri Ramakrishna.
  MASTER (to the devotees): "Why shouldn't one be able to attain spirituality, living the life of a householder? But it is extremely difficult. Sages like Janaka entered the world after attaining Knowledge. But still the world is a place of terror. Even a detached householder has to be careful. Once Janaka bent down his head at the sight of a bhairavi. He shrank from seeing a woman. The bhairavi said to him: 'Janaka, I see you have not yet attained Knowledge. You still differentiate between man and woman.'
  TANTRIK: "Yes, sir. That is true. On the hill-top one sees extensive rose Gardens, reaching as far as the eye can see."
  MASTER: "The paramahamsa realizes that all these-good and bad, virtue and vice, real and unreal-are only the glories of God's maya. But these are very deep thoughts. One realizing this cannot keep an organization together or anything like that."

1.12 - GARDEN, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry
  object:1.12 - Garden
  author class:Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  A house, a little Garden near the town.
  But now my days have less of noise and hurry;
  As through the Garden-gate I came?

1.12 - THE FESTIVAL AT PNIHTI, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  Sri Ramakrishna, accompanied by the devotees, took a carriage to return to Dakshineswar. They were going to pass the temple Garden of Mati Seal on the way. For a long time the Master had been asking M. to take him to the reservoir in the Garden in order that he might teach him how to meditate on the formless God. There were tame fish in the reservoir. Nobody harmed them. Visitors threw puffed rice and other bits of food into the water, and the big fish came in swarms to eat the food. Fearlessly the fish swam in the water and sported there joyously.
  Coming to the reservoir, the Master said to M.: "Look at the fish. Meditating on the formless God is like swimming joyfully like these fish, in the Ocean of Bliss and Consciousness."
  It was a hot day in June 1883. Sri Ramakrishna was sitting on the steps of the iva temples in the temple Garden. M. arrived with ice and other offerings and sat down on the steps after saluting the Master.
  MASTER (to M.): "The husb and of Mani Mallick's granddaughter was here. He read in a book that God could not be said to be quite wise and omniscient; otherwise, why should there be so much misery in the world? As regards death, it would be much better to kill a man all at once, instead of putting him through slow torture. Further, the author writes that if he himself were the Creator, he would have created a better world."
  Taking advantage of the holiday, many householder devotees visited Sri Ramakrishna in his room at the Dakshineswar temple Garden. The Young devotees, mostly students, generally came on week-days. Sometimes the Master asked his intimate disciples to come on a Tuesday or a Saturday, days that he considered very auspicious for special religious instruction. Adhar, Rkhl , and M. had come from Calcutta in a hired carriage.
  Sri Ramakrishna had enjoyed a little rest after his midday meal. The room had an atmosphere of purity and holiness. On the walls hung pictures of gods and goddesses, among them one of Christ rescuing the drowning Peter. Outside the room were plants laden with fragrant flowers, and the Ganges could be seen flowing toward the south.
  "Padmalochan was a man of deep wisdom. He had great respect for me, though at that time I constantly repeated the name of the Divine Mother. He was the court pundit of the Maharaja of Burdwan. Once he came to Calcutta and went to live in a Garden house near kamarhati. I felt a desire to see him and sent Hriday there to learn if the pundit had any vanity. I was told that he had none. Then I met him. Though a man of great knowledge and scholarship, he began to weep on hearing me sing Ramprasad's devotional songs. We talked together a long while; conversation with nobody else gave me such satisfaction. He said to me, 'Give up the desire for the company of devotees; otherwise people of all sorts will come to you and make you deviate from your spiritual ideal.' Once he entered into a controversy, by correspondence, with Utshavananda, Vaishnavcharan's guru. He told me an interesting incident. Once a meeting was called to decide which of the two deities, iva or Brahma, was the greater. Unable to come to any decision, the pundits at last referred the matter to Padmalochan. With characteristic guilelessness he said: 'How do I know? Neither I nor any of my ancestors back to the fourteenth generation have seen iva or Brahma.' About the renunciation of 'woman and gold', he said to me one day: 'Why have you given up those things? Such distinctions as "This is money and that is clay" are the outcome of ignorance.' What could I say to that?
  I replied: 'I don't know all these things, my dear sir. But for my part, I cannot relish such things as money and the like.'
  "Once Hriday brought a bull-calf here. I saw, one day, that he had tied it with a rope in the Garden, so that it might graze there. I asked him, 'Hriday, why do you tie the calf there every day?' 'Uncle,' he said, 'I am going to send this calf to our village. When it grows strong I shall yoke it to the plough.' As soon as I heard these words I was stunned to think: 'How inscrutable is the play of the divine maya! Kamarpukur and Sihore are so far away from Calcutta! This poor calf must go all that way. Then it will grow, and at length it will be yoked to the plough. This is indeed the world! This is indeed maya!' I fell down unconscious. Only after a long time did I regain consciousness."
  It was three or four o'clock in the afternoon. M. found Sri Ramakrishna seated on the couch in an abstracted mood. After some time he heard him talking to the Divine Mother. The Master said, "O Mother, why hast Thou given him only a particle?"
  M: "They are satisfied, as you say, with describing the Garden, but they seldom speak of seeing the Master of the Garden. Describing the Garden is the beginning and end of their worship."
  MASTER: "You are right. Our only duty is to seek the Master of the Garden and speak to Him. The only purpose of life is to realize God."
  Sri Ramakrishna then went to Adhar's house. After dusk he sang and danced in Adhar's drawing-room. M., Rkhl , and other devotees were present. After the music he sat down, still in an ecstatic mood. He said to Rkhl: "This religious fervour is not like rain in the rainy season, which comes in torrents and goes in torrents. It is like an image of iva that has not been set up by human hands but is a natural one that has sprung up, as it were, from the bowels of the earth. The other day you left Dakshineswar in a temper. I prayed to the Divine Mother to forgive you."

1.12 - The Left-Hand Path - The Black Brothers, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
    And the young man answered me: He shall not see the reward; he tendeth the Garden.
    And I said: What shall come unto him?
    And thou shalt give thy wisdom unto the world, and that shall be thy Garden. And concerning time and death, thou hast naught to do with these things. For though a precious stone be hidden in the sand of the desert, it shall not heed for the wind of the desert, although it be but sand. For the worker of works hath worked thereupon; and because it is clear, it is invisible; and because it is hard, it moveth not.
    All these words are heard by everyone that is called NEMO. And with that doth he apply himself to understanding. And he must understand the virtue of the waters of death, and he must understand the virtue of the sun and of the wind, and of the worm that turneth the earth, and of the stars that roof in the Garden. And he must understand the separate nature and property of every flower, or how shall he tend his Garden?
    (Ibid. 13th thyr.)

1.13 - A GARDEN-ARBOR, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry
  object:1.13 - A Garden-ARBOR
  author class:Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  XIII - A Garden-ARBOR
  (MARGARET comes in, conceals herself behind the door, puts her

1.13 - BOOK THE THIRTEENTH, #Metamorphoses, #Ovid, #Poetry
  Through Garden plots, but ah! more swift than they.
  Yet, Galatea, harder to be broke
  My Garden fill'd with fruits you may behold,
  And grapes in clusters, imitating gold;
  Nor Garden-fruits, nor wildings of the wood;
  The laden boughs for you alone shall bear;

1.13 - THE MASTER AND M., #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  It was almost dusk when most of the devotees, including Narendra, took leave of the Master. Sri Ramakrishna went out and looked at the Ganges for a few minutes from the west porch. Two priests were bathing in preparation for the evening worship. Young men of the village were strolling in the Garden or standing on the concrete embankment, gazing at the murmuring river. Others, perhaps more thoughtful, were walking about in the solitude of the Panchavati.
  It became dark. The maidservant lighted the lamp in Sri Ramakrishna's room and burnt incense. The evening worship began in the twelve temples of iva and in the shrines of Krishna and Kli.
  While the Master was meditating in this fashion on the Divine Mother, a few devotees, coming in from the Garden, gathered in his room. Sri Ramakrishna sat down on the small couch. He said to the devotees: "Narendra, Bhavanath, Rkhl , and devotees like them belong to the group of the nityasiddhas; they are eternally free. Religious practice on their part is superfluous. Look at Narendra. He doesn't care about anyone. One day he was going with me in Captain's carriage. Captain wanted him to take a good seat, but Narendra didn't even look at him. He is independent even of me. He doesn't tell me all he knows, lest I should praise his scholarship before others. He is free from ignorance and delusion. He has no bonds. He is a great soul. He has many good qualities. He is expert in music, both as a singer and player, and is also a versatile scholar. Again, he keeps his passions under control and says that he will never marry.
  There is a close friendship between Narendra and Bhavanath; they are just like man and woman. Narendra doesn't come here very often. That is good, for I am overwhelmed by his presence."
  Rkhl , M., and Ratan were sitting on the floor. Ratan was the steward of Jadu Mallick's Garden house and was devoted to the Master. Now and then Ram Chatterji and Hazra passed in or out of the room. It was about two o'clock.
  Ratan told the Master that a yatra performance by Nilkantha had been arranged in Jadu Mallick's house in Calcutta.
  MASTER: "Yes, faith. What tremendous faith Krishnakishore had! He used to say: 'I have spoken the name of God once. That is enough. How can I remain a sinner? I have become pure and stainless.' One day Haladhri said: 'Even Ajamila had to perform austerities to gratify God. Can one receive the grace of God without austerities? What will one gain by speaking the name of Narayana only once?' At these remarks Krishnakishore's anger knew no bounds. The next time he came to this Garden to pick flowers he wouldn't even look at Haladhri.
  "Haladhri's father was a great devotee. At bathing-time he would stand waist-deep in the water and meditate on God, uttering the sacred mantra; then the tears would flow from his eyes.

1.14 - INSTRUCTION TO VAISHNAVS AND BRHMOS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  He is the Master, and the universe His Garden.
  Knowledge and ignorance
  MASTER: "As long as you do not feel that God is the Master, you must come back to the world, you must be born again and again. There will be no rebirth when you can truly say, 'O God, Thou art the Master.' As long as you cannot say, 'O Lord, Thou alone art real', you will not be released from the life of the world. This going and coming, this rebirth, is inevitable. There will be no liberation. Further, what can you achieve by saying, 'It is mine'? The manager of an estate may say, 'This is our Garden; these are our couches and furniture.' But when he is dismissed by the master, he hasn't the right to take away even a chest of worthless mango-wood given to him for his use.
  "The feeling of 'I and mine' has covered the Reality. Because of this we do not see Truth. Attainment of Chaitanya, Divine Consciousness, is not possible without the knowledge of Advaita, Non-duality. After realizing Chaitanya one enjoys Nityananda, Eternal Bliss. One enjoys this Bliss after attaining the state of a paramahamsa.

1.1.4 - The Physical Mind and Sadhana, #Letters On Yoga IV, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  It [chasing sparrows out of a Garden because they made it dirty] was I suppose an idea that came through the physical mind, suggesting the following of a physical utility only and ignoring all other perceptions and motives. You must be on your guard against the ideas and suggestions of this physical mind and accept none without discrimination and subjection to a higher light.

1.14 - The Structure and Dynamics of the Self, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
  Inn, or the Garden of Eden with the Gihon, Pison, Hiddekel,
  and Euphrates), as healing water and consecrated water, etc.
  them of the serpent in the Garden of Eden, and therefore of the
  devil, the tempter, who on their own admission played all sorts
  this New Earth, and thus did the lost Garden of Eden flourish in
  greenness." 44
  life," but also "our true, hidden vessel, the Philosophic Garden,
  wherein our Sun rises and sets." 63 This helps us to understand,
  Blessed, but in the sense of the earthly Garden of Eden.

1.15 - Index, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
  215, 227, 235, 243; Garden of
  Eden, 25472; Leviathan eaten in,

1.15 - LAST VISIT TO KESHAB, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  On the east side of the Circular Road was Victoria College, where the ladies of Keshab's Brahmo Samaj and their daughters received their education. To the north of the college was a spacious Garden house inhabited by an English family. M. noticed that there was a commotion in the house and wondered what was going on. Presently a hearse arrived with the drivers dressed in black, and the members of the household appeared, looking very sad. There had been a death in the family.
  "Whither does the soul go, leaving behind this mortal body?" Pondering the age-old question, M. waited, watching the carriages that came from the north.
  MASTER (to Keshab): "Why do the members of the Brahmo Samaj dwell so much on God's glories? Is there any great need of repeating such things as 'O God, Thou hast created the moon, the sun, and the stars'? Most people are filled with admiration for the Garden only. How few care to see its owner! Who is greater, the Garden or its owner?
  "After a few drinks at a tavern, do I care to Know how many gallons of wine are stored there? One bottle is enough for me.
  "In order to take full advantage of the dew, the Gardener removes the soil from the Basra rose down to the very root. The plant thrives better on account of the moisture.
  Perhaps that is why you too are being shaken to the very root. (Keshab and the Master laugh.) It may be that you will do tremendous things when you come back.
  "Is Keshab a small person? He is respected by all, seekers after wealth as well as holy men. Once I visited Dayananda, who was then staying at a Garden house. I saw he was extremely anxious about Keshab's coming; he went out every few minutes to see whether he had arrived. I learnt later on that Keshab had made an appointment with him that day. Keshab, I understood, had no faith in the sacrifices and the deities mentioned in the Vedas. Referring to this, Dayananda said: 'Why, the Lord has created so many things. Could He not make deities as well?' "
  Continuing, the Master said: "Keshab is free from the pride of a small minded religious teacher. To many people he has said, 'If you have any doubts, go there2 to have them solved.' It is my way, too, to say: 'What shall I do with people's respect? Let Keshab's virtues increase a millionfold.' Keshab is certainly a great man. Everyone respects him, seekers after wealth as well as holy men." Thus did Sri Ramakrishna praise Keshab before the latter's disciples.

1.16 - MARTHAS GARDEN, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry
  object:1.16 - MARTHAS Garden
  author class:Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  XVI - MARTHA'S Garden

1.16 - WITH THE DEVOTEES AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  The following morning the Master and M. were talking in the Garden.
  M: "Then I shall stay here."
  It was night. The moon rose, flooding all the quarters with its silvery light. M. was walking alone in the Garden of the temple. On one side of the path stood the Panchavati, the bakul-grove, the nahabat, and the Master's room, and on the other side flowed the Ganges, reflecting millions of broken moons on its rippling surface.
  M. said to himself: "Can one really see God? The Master says it is possible. He says that, if one makes a little effort, then someone comes forward and shows the way. Well, I am married. I have children. Can one realize God in spite of all that?"
  "Natabar Panja used to look after his cows in this Garden during his boyhood. He had many desires. Hence he has established a castor-oil factory and earned a great deal of money. He has a prosperous castor-oil business at Alambazar.
  "There is one sect that prescribes spiritual discipline in company with women. I was once taken to the women belonging to the Kartabhaja sect. They all sat around me. I addressed them as 'mother'. At that they whispered among themselves: 'He is still a pravartaka. He doesn't know the way.' According to that sect the pravartaka is the beginner. Then comes the sadhaka, the struggling aspirant, and last of all the siddha of the siddha, the supremely perfect. A woman walked over to Vaishnavcharan and sat near him. Asked about it, he answered, 'She feels just like a young girl.' One quickly strays from the religious path by looking on woman as wife: But to regard her as mother is a pure attitude."
  M. went walking alone in the Panchavati and other places in the temple Garden. He thought about the Master's assurance that God can be easily realized, and about his exhortation to lead a life of intense renunciation, and his saying that maya, when recognized, takes to flight.
  Image worship
  M. selected the nahabat because he had a poetic temperament. From there he could see the sky, the Ganges, the moonlight, and the flowers in the Garden.
  MASTER: "Oh, they'll let you have it. But I suggested the Panchavati because so much contemplation and meditation have been practised there and the name of God has been chanted there so often."
  Late at night M. sat alone in the nahabat. The sky, the river, the Garden, the steeples of the temples; the trees, and the Panchavati were flooded with moonlight. Deep silence reigned everywhere, broken only by the melodious murmuring of the Ganges. M. was meditating on Sri Ramakrishna.
  At three o'clock in the morning M. left his seat. He proceeded toward the Panchavati as Sri Ramakrishna had suggested. He did not care for the nahabat any more and resolved to stay in the hut in the Panchavati.
  Sri Ramakrishna was seated with M. on the semicircular porch of his room at about ten o'clock in the morning. The fragrance of Gardenias, jasmines, oleanders, roses, and other flowers filled the air. The Master was singing looking at M: Thou must save me, sweetest Mother! Unto Thee I come for refuge,
  Helpless as a bird imprisoned in a cage.
  It was evening. Sri Ramakrishna was meditating on the Divine Mother and chanting Her holy name. The devotees also went off to solitary places and meditate on their Chosen Ideals. Evening worship began at the temple Garden in the shrines of Kli, Radha-Krishna, and iva.
  It was the second day of the dark fortnight of the moon. Soon the moon rose in the sky, bathing temples, trees, flowers, and the rippling surface of the Ganges in its light. The Master was sitting on the couch and M. on the floor. The conversation turned to the Vednta.
  The manager of the temple Garden wrote to Mathur Babu saying that I was feeding the cat with the offering intended for the Divine Mother. But Mathur Babu had insight into the state of my mind. He wrote back to the manager: 'Let him do whatever he likes.
  You must not say anything to him.'

1.17 - M. AT DAKSHINEWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  It was nine o'clock in the morning. Sri Ramakrishna was talking to M. near the bel-tree at Dakshineswar. This tree, under which the Master had practised the most austere sadhana, stood in the northern end of the temple Garden. Farther north ran a high wall, and just outside was the government magazine. West of the bel-tree was a row of tall pines that rustled in the wind. Below the trees flowed the Ganges, and to the south could be seen the sacred grove of the Panchavati. The dense trees and underbrush hid the temples. No noise of the outside world reached the bel-tree.
  MASTER (to M.): "But one cannot realize God without renouncing 'woman and gold'."
  In the afternoon M. paced the temple Garden alone. He was deeply absorbed in the thought of the Master and was pondering the Master's words concerning the attainment of the exalted state of the paramahamsa, after the elimination of grief and desire. M.
  said to himself: "Who is this Sri Ramakrishna, acting as my teacher? Has God embodied Himself for our welfare? The master himself says that none but an Incarnation can come down to the phenomenal plane from the state of nirvikalpa samdhi."
  At eight o'clock in the morning Sri Ramakrishna and M. were talking together in the pine-grove at the northern end of the temple Garden. This was the eleventh day of M.'s stay with the Master.
  It was winter. The sun had just risen. The river was flowing north with the tide. Not far off could be seen the bel-tree where the Master had practised great spiritual austerities. Sri Ramakrishna faced the east as he talked to his disciple and told him about the Knowledge of Brahman.

1.17 - SUFFERING, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  When we conceive the love of suffering, we lose the sensibility of the senses and dead, dead we will live in that Garden.
  St. Catherine of Siena

1.18 - M. AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  SRI RAMAKRISHNA, accompanied by Manilal Mallick, M., and several other devotees, was in a carriage on his way to Ram's new Garden.
  The Garden, which Ram had recently purchased, was next to Surendra's. Ram adored the Master as an Incarnation of God. He visited Sri Ramakrishna frequently at Dakshineswar. Manilal Mallick was a member of the Brahmo Samaj. The Brahmos do not believe in Divine Incarnations.
  MASTER (to Manilal): "In order to meditate on God, one should try at first to think of Him as free from upadhis, limitations. God is beyond upadhis. He is beyond speech and mind. But it is very difficult to achieve perfection in this form of meditation.
  Arriving at the Garden, the Master got out of the carriage and accompanied Ram and the other devotees to the sacred tulsi-grove. Standing near it, he said: "How nice! It is a fine place. You can easily meditate on God here."
  Sri Ramakrishna sat down in the house, which stood to the south of the lake. Ram offered him a plate of fruit and sweets which he enjoyed with the devotees. After a short time he went around the Garden.
  Next Sri Ramakrishna proceeded toward Surendra's Garden. He walked on foot a little distance and saw a sdhu sitting on a couch under a tree. At once he went up to the holy man and joyfully began a conversation with him.
  MASTER: "To which order of monks do you belong? Have you any title-Giri, Puri, or the like?"
  The Master arrived at Surendra's Garden. The very first thing he talked about was the sdhu.
  MASTER: "He is a very nice man. (To Ram) Bring him to Dakshineswar when you come.
  The Master took refreshments at Surendra's Garden house and then set out for Dakshineswar with the devotees.
  Thursday, December 27, 1883
  The temple Garden was filled with the sweet music of the dawn service; which mingled with the morning melody from the nahabat. Leaving his bed, Sri Ramakrishna chanted the names of God in sweet tones. Then he bowed before the pictures of the different deities in his room and went to the west porch to salute the Ganges.
  Some of the devotees who had spent the night at the temple Garden came to the Master's room and bowed before him. Rkhl was staying with the Master, and Baburam had come the previous evening. M. had been staying there two weeks.
  Sri Ramakrishna said to M.: "I have been invited to Ishan's this morning. Baburam will accompany me, and you too." M. made ready to go with the Master.
  Ram, Kedr, and others had arrived from Calcutta. Ram had brought with him the Vedantist monk whom the Master had visited near his Garden a few days earlier. On that occasion Sri Ramakrishna had asked him to bring the sdhu to Dakshineswar.
  The monk was sitting on the small couch with the Master. They were talking happily in Hindusthani.
  Rkhl , Ltu, Harish, Ramlal, and M. had been staying with Sri Ramakrishna at the temple Garden. About three o'clock in the afternoon M. found the Master on the west porch of his room engaged in conversation with a Tantrik devotee. The Tantrik was wearing an ochre cloth. Sri Ramakrishna asked M. to sit by his side. Perhaps the Master intended to instruct him through his talk with the Tantrik devotee. Mahima Chakravarty had sent the latter to the Master.
  MASTER (to the Tantrik): "It is a part of the Tantrik discipline to drink wine from a human skull. This wine is called 'karana'. Isn't that so?"
  "A devotee can know everything when God's grace descends on him. If you but realize Him, you will be able to know all about Him. You should somehow meet the master of a house and become acquainted with him; then he himself will tell you how many houses he owns and all about his Gardens and government seurities."
  How to receive God's grace
  MASTER (to Rkhl): "It is not good to reason too much. First comes God, and then the world. Realize God first; then you will know all about His world. (To M. and Rkhl ) If first one is introduced to Jadu Mallick, then one can know everything about him-the number of his houses, Gardens, government securities, and so on. For this reason the rishi Nrada advised Valmiki1 to repeat the word 'mara'. 'Ma' means God, and 'ra' the world. First comes God, and then the world. Krishnakishore said that the word 'mara' is a holy mantra because it was given to Valmiki by the rishi. 'Ma' means God, and 'r' the world.
  "Therefore, like Valmiki, one should at first renounce everything and cry to God in solitude with a longing heart. The first thing necessary is the vision of God; then comes reasoning-about the scriptures and the world.

1.19 - THE MASTER AND HIS INJURED ARM, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  MAHlMA: "I found a brahmachari in a Garden at Sicrole in Benares. He said he had been living there for twenty years but did not know its owner. He asked me if I worked in an office. On my answering in the negative, he said, 'Then are you a wandering holy man?'
  I saw a sdhu on the bank of the Narmada. He repeated the Gayatri mentally. It so thrilled him that the hair on his body stood on end. And when he repeated the Gayatri and Om aloud, it thrilled those who sat near him and caused their hair to stand on end."
  MASTER: "God alone is real, and all else illusory. The Garden and its owner. God and His splendour. But people look at the Garden only. How few seek out the owner!"
  Prayer and discrimination
  "A partner of Mathur's estate used to take fruits and vegetables stealthily from the temple Garden. When the other partners asked me about it, I told them the exact truth."
  Sunday, February 24, 1884
  MASTER (to M. and the others): "I shan't be able to see everything even if I go. Perhaps my eyes will fall on some certain thing and I shall become unconscious. Then I shall not be able to see the rest. I was taken to the Zoological Garden. I Went into samdhi at the sight of the lion, for the carrier of the Mother awakened in my mind the consciousness of the Mother Herself. In that state who could see the other animals? I had to return home after seeing only the lion. Hence Jadu Mallick's mother first suggested that I should go to the exhibition and then said I should not."
  Mani Mallick, about sixty-five years old, had been a member of the Brahmo Samaj for many years, and Sri Ramakrishna gave him instruction that would agree with his mood.

1.201 - Socrates, #Symposium, #Plato, #Philosophy
  That is quite a long story, she said, but I will tell you all the same. When Aphrodite was born,156 all the gods held a feast. One of those present was Poros157 (Resource), whose mother was Metis158 (Cleverness). When the feast was over, Penia (Poverty) came begging, as happens on these occasions, and she stood by the door. Poros got drunk on the nectar in those days wine did not exist and having wandered into the Garden of Zeus was overcome with drink and went to sleep. Then Penia, because she herself had no resource, thought of a scheme to have a child by Poros, and accordingly she lay down beside him and became pregnant with a son, Love. Because Love was conceived during Aphrodites birthday feast and also because he is by his daimon (the source of English demon), which can mean a god but often denotes a lesser or local deity. Here Diotima characterises Love as a lesser deity, something between a god and a human. The Greeks of Platos day would usually have thought of Love simply as a god, but not one of the most important, Olympian, deities. See Gods and Love in Glossary of names. daimonios, a man of the spirit, spiritual; see footnote 151 above. techne. 154 cheirourgia. 155 banausos (English banausic).
  Diotima appears to follow the story that Aphrodite was the normally-born child of Zeus and

1.20 - ON CHILD AND MARRIAGE, #Thus Spoke Zarathustra, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy
  in body and soul. You shall not only reproduce yourself, but produce something higher. May the Garden
  of marriage help you in that

1.20 - RULES FOR HOUSEHOLDERS AND MONKS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  The magician and his magic. All become speechless with wonder at the magic, but it is all unreal. The magician alone is real. The rich man and his Garden. People see only the Garden; they should look for its rich owner."
  MANI MALLICK (to the Master): "What a big electric light they have at the exhibition! It makes us think how great He must be who has made such an electric light."
  RAM: "You were quite right. You said that a Gardener uncovers the roots of a good rose-plant so that it may absorb the dew and grow stronger and healthier. The words of a holy man have been fulfilled."
  MASTER: "I don't know about that. I wasn't calculating when I said it. It is you who say that."

1.20 - Tabooed Persons, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  horror, shunned by all. He may not cultivate a Garden, nor show
  himself in public, nor traverse the village, nor walk on the roads

1.21 - A DAY AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  IT WAS ABOUT EIGHT O'CLOCK in the morning when M. arrived at the temple Garden and found Sri Ramakrishna seated on the small couch in his room. A few devotees were sitting on the floor. The Master was talking to them. Prankrishna Mukherji was there.
  Prankrishna belonged to an aristocratic family and lived in the northern part of Calcutta.
  He held a high post in an English business firm. He was very much devoted to Sri Ramakrishna and, though a householder, derived great pleasure from the study of Vednta philosophy. He was a frequent visitor at the temple Garden. Once he invited the Master to his house in Calcutta and held a religious festival. Every day, early in the morning, he bathed in the holy water of the Ganges. Whenever it was convenient, he would come to Dakshineswar in a hired country boat.
  That morning he had hired a boat and invited M. to accompany him to Dakshineswar.
  The midday worship and the offering of food in the temples were over. The bells, gongs, and symbals of the rati were being played, and the temple Garden was filled with joyful activity. Beggars, Sdhus, and guests hurried to the guesthouse for the noonday meal, carrying leaf or metal plates in their hands. M. also took some of the Prasad from the Kli temple.
  Sri Ramakrishna had been resting awhile after his meal when several devotees, including Ram and Girindra, arrived. They sat down after saluting the Master. The conversation turned to the New Dispensation Church of Keshab Chandra Sen.

1.21 - WALPURGIS-NIGHT, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry
  That such within my Garden grow.
  MEPHISTOPHELES (dancing with the old one)

1.22 - ADVICE TO AN ACTOR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  "Do you know how my faith in the name of Hari was all the more streng thened? Holy men, as you know, frequently visit the temple Garden. Once a sdhu from Multan arrived. He was waiting for a party going to Gangasagar. (Pointing to M.) The sdhu was of his age. It was he who said to me, 'The way to realize God in the Kaliyuga is the path of bhakti as prescribed by Nrada.'
  "One day Keshab came here with his followers. They stayed till ten at night. We were all seated in the Panchavati. Pratap and several others said they would like to spend the night here. Keshab said: 'No, I must go. I have some work to do.' I laughed and said: 'Can't you sleep without the smell of your fish-basket?
  Once a fishwife was a guest in the house of a Gardener who raised flowers. She came there with her empty basket, after selling fish in the market, and was asked to sleep in a room where flowers were kept. But, because of the fragrance of the flowers, she couldn't get to sleep for a long time. Her hostess saw her condition and said, "Hello! Why are you tossing from side to side so restlessly?" The fishwife said: "I don't know, friend. Perhaps the smell of the flowers has been disturbing my sleep. Can you give me my fish-basket?
  Perhaps that will put me to sleep."

1.23 - FESTIVAL AT SURENDRAS HOUSE, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  SRI RAMAKRISHNA arrived in the morning at the Garden house of Surendra, one of his beloved householder disciples, in the village of Kankurgachi near Calcutta. Surendra had invited him and a large number of the devotees to a religious festival.
  Occasions like this were a source of great happiness and rejoicing to the Master's devotees. He was then seen at his best. He joined with the others in devotional music and in chanting the names of God, frequently going into ecstasy. He poured out his entire soul in inspired talk, explaining the various phases of God-Consciousness. The impressions of such a festival lingered in the minds of all for many days.
  The devotees stood in rows inside the big hall of the Garden house to hear the music sung by the professional singers. The floor of the room was covered with a carpet over which was spread a white sheet; a few bolsters, pillows, and cushions lay here and there.
  Krishna and Gopis at Vrindvan
  At Surendra's Garden house the kirtan had begun early in the morning. The musicians were singing about the love of Krishna and Radha for each other. The Master was frequently in samdhi. The room was crowded with devotees, among them Bhavanath, Niranjan, Rkhl , Surendra, Ram, and M., and many members of the Brahmo Samaj.
  In accordance with the custom, the kirtan had begun with, an introductory song about Gaurnga.
  As the music came to a close the Master led the chorus. All chanted together, to the accompaniment of drums and cymbals: "Victory to Radha and Krishna! Hallowed be the names of Radha and Krishna!" The devotees felt a surge of divine emotion and danced around the Master. He too danced in an ecstasy of joy. The names of God echoed and reechoed in the house and Garden.
  Master's praise of Niranjan
  Just then Mahimacharan arrived. He lived at Cossipore near Calcutta. Mahimacharan held the Master in great respect and was a frequent visitor at the temple Garden. He was a man of independent means, having inherited some ancestral property. He devoted his time to religious thought and to the study of the scriptures. He was a man of some scholarship, having studied many books, both Sanskrit and English.
  MASTER (to Mahima): "What is this? I see a steamship here. (All laugh.) We expect here a small boat at the most, but a real steamship has arrived. But then I know. It's the rainy season!" (Laughter.)
  At this point Pratap bade the Master good-bye. He did not wait to hear the end of Sri Ramakrishna's words about the renunciation of "woman and gold". Those burning words touched the hearts of the devotees and were carried away on the wind through the gently rustling leaves in the Garden.
  A few minutes later Mani Mallick said to Sri Ramakrishna: "Sir, it is time for you to leave for Dakshineswar. Today Keshab's mother and the other ladies of his family are going to the temple Garden to visit you. They will be hurt if they do not find you there."
  Keshab had passed away only a few months before. His old mother and his other relatives wanted to visit the Master.
  MASTER (to Mani Mallick): "Don't hurry me, please. I didn't sleep well. I can't rush. They are going to Dakshineswar. What am I to do about it? They will stroll in the Garden and enjoy it thoroughly."
  After resting a little the Master was ready to leave for Dakshineswar. He was thinking of Surendra's welfare. He visited the different rooms, softly chanting the holy name of God.
  "When anyone asked the former manager of the temple Garden a great favour, the manager would say, 'Come after two or three days.' He must ask the proprietor's permission.
  "God will incarnate Himself as Kalki at the end of the Kaliyuga. He will be born as the son of a brahmin. Suddenly and unexpectedly a sword and horse will come to him. . . ."

1.23 - Improvising a Temple, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  The Wand. Let this be simple, straight and slim! Have you an Almond or Witch Hazel in your Garden or do I call it park? If so, cut (with the magick knife I would lend you mine) a bough, as nearly straight as possible, about two feet long. Peel it, rub it constantly with Oil of Abramelin (this, and his incense, from Wallis and Co., 26 New Cavendish Street, W.1) and keep wrapped in scarlet silk, constantly, I wrote, and meant it; rub it, when saying your mantra, to the rhythm of that same. (Remember, "A ka dua" is the best; ask me to intone it to you when you next visit me.)
  The Cup. There are plenty of chalices to be bought. It should be of silver. If ornamented, the best form is that of the apple. I have seen suitable cups in many shops.

1.24 - On Beauty, #The Prophet, #Kahlil Gibran, #Poetry
  But rather a Garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

1.24 - PUNDIT SHASHADHAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  MASTER: "One day some Sikh soldiers came to the temple Garden at Dakshineswar. I met them in front of the Kli temple. One of them referred to God as very compassionate. 'Indeed!' I said. 'Is that true? But how do you know?' He answered, 'Because, sir, God gives us food and takes every care of us.' I said: 'Why should that surprise you? God is the Father of us all. Who will look after the child if the father doesn't? Do you mean to say that the people of the neighbouring village should look after the child?"
  NARENDRA: "Then shouldn't we call God kind?"

1.25 - ADVICE TO PUNDIT SHASHADHAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  All sat in silence. Sri Ramakrishna said to the pundit, "Go and visit the temples and take a stroll in the Garden." It was about half past five in the afternoon. The pundit left the room with his friends and several of the devotees.
  After a while the Master went with M. toward the bathing-ghat on the Ganges. He said to M., "Baburam now says, 'What shall I gain by study?' "On the bank of the river he met the pundit and said to him, "Aren't you going to the Kli temple?" The pundit said: "Yes, sir. Let us go together." With a smiling face Sri Ramakrishna proceeded to the temple through the courtyard. He said to the pundit, "Listen to a song."
  Balarm's father was a pious Vaishnava who devoted most of his time to prayer and meditation in his Garden house at Vrindvan. He also studied devotional books and enjoyed the company of devotees. Balarm had brought his father to Calcutta to meet the Master.
  Sri Ramakrishna was in a very happy mood. Seated near him were Ram, Balarm, Balarm's father, M., Manomohan, and several young devotees. He was conversing with them.
  I said to the Divine Mother, 'Mother, shall I too have to pass through such a state?' We all went to see the man. He spoke words of great wisdom to us but behaved like a madman before others. Haladhri followed him a great way when he left the Garden.
  After passing the gate he said to Haladhri: 'What else shall I say to you? When you no longer make any distinction between the water of this pool and the water of the Ganges, then you will know that you have Perfect Knowledge.' Saying this he walked rapidly away."
  "Before meeting Keshab, I asked Narayan Shastri to visit him and tell me what he thought of him. Narayan reported that Keshab was an adept in japa. He knew astrology and remarked that Keshab had been born under a good star. Then I went to visit Keshab in the Garden house at Belgharia. Hriday was with me. The moment I saw Keshab, I said: 'Of all the people I see here, he alone has dropped his tail. He can now live on land as well as in water, like a frog.'
  "Keshab sent three members of the Brahmo Samaj to the temple Garden at Dakshineswar to test me. Prasanna was one of them. They were commissioned to watch me day and night, and to report to Keshab. They were in my room and intended to spend the night there. They constantly uttered the word 'Dayamaya' and said to me: 'Follow Keshab Babu. That will do you good.' I said, 'I believe in God with form.' Still they went on with their exclamations of 'Dayamaya!' Then a strange mood came over me. I said to them, 'Get out of here!' I didn't allow them to spend the night in my room.
  So they slept on the verandah. Captain also spent the night in the temple Garden the first time he visited me.
  "Michael visited the temple Garden when Narayan Shastri was living with me. Dwarika Babu, Mathur's eldest son, brought him here. The owners of the temple Garden were about to get into a lawsuit with the English proprietors of the neighbouring powder magazine; so they wanted Michael's advice. I met him in the big room next to the manager's office. Narayan Shastri was with me. I asked Narayan to talk to him. Michael couldn't talk very well in Sanskrit. He made mistakes. Then they talked in the popular dialect. Narayan Shastri asked him his reason for giving up the Hindu religion. Pointing to his stomach, Michael said, 'It was for this.' Narayan said, 'What shall I say to a man who gives up his religion for his belly's sake?' Thereupon Michael asked me to say something. I said: 'I don't know why, but I don't feel like saying anything. Someone seems to be pressing my tongue.' "
  MANOMOHAN: "Mr. Choudhury will not come. He said: 'That fellow Shashadhar from Faridpur will be there. I shall not go.' "
  Mr. Choudhury had obtained his Master's degree from Calcutta University. He drew a salary of three or four hundred rupees. After the death of his first wife he had felt intense dispassion for the world, but after some time he had married again. He frequently visited the Master at the temple Garden.
  MASTER: "How mean of him! He is vain of his scholarship. Besides, he has married a second time. He looks on the world as a mere mud-puddle.

1.25 - DUNGEON, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry
  And the Garden, brightly blooming,
  Where I and Martha wait thy coming.

1.26 - Continues the description of a method for recollecting the thoughts. Describes means of doing this. This chapter is very profitable for those who are beginning prayer., #The Way of Perfection, #Saint Teresa of Avila, #Christianity
  If you are suffering trials, or are sad, look upon Him on His way to the Garden. What sore
  distress He must have borne in His soul, to describe His own suffering as He did and to complain

1.26 - FESTIVAL AT ADHARS HOUSE, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  SRI RAMAKRISHNA was sitting in his room in the temple Garden at Dakshineswar after his midday meal. A party of Bauls from Shibpur, several devotees from Bhawanipur, Balarm, and M. were in the room. Rkhl, Ltu, and Harish were then living with the Master. They too were present.
  The Master began the conversation by addressing the Baul musicians from Shibpur.
  MASTER: "Ram's presence in the temple Garden has relieved us of many anxieties. He searches out Harish, Ltu, and the others at meal-time. Very often they are absorbed in meditation in some corner of the temple Garden. It is Ram who sees that they eat at the proper time."
  Saturday, September 6, 1884

1.27 - AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  Arrangements had been made with the musician Shyamdas to entertain the Master and the devotees with his kirtan. Baburam, M., Manomohan, Bhavanath, Kishori, Chunilal, Haripada, the Mukherji brothers, Ram, Surendra, Trak, Niranjan, and others arrived at the temple Garden. Ltu, Harish, and Hazra were staying with the Master.
  When M. saluted Sri Ramakrishna, the Master asked: "Where is Narendra? Isn't he coming?" M. told him that Narendra could not come.
  It was about five o'clock in the afternoon. Sri Ramakrishna left his room. The devotees were walking in the Garden. Many of them were about to leave.
  The Master was conversing with Hazra on the north verandah. They were talking of Narendra's frequent visits to Annada, the eldest son of the Guhas.
  Sri Ramakrishna stood listening to the song and went into samdhi. The sun was still above the horizon as the Master stood on the embankment in the ecstatic mood. On one side of him was the Ganges, flowing north with the flood-tide. Behind him was the flower Garden. To his right one could see the nahabat and the Panchavati. Narendra stood by his side and sang. Gradually the darkness of evening fell upon the earth.
  After Narendra and several other devotees had saluted the Master and left for Calcutta, Sri Ramakrishna returned to his room. He was absorbed in meditation on the Divine Mother and was chanting Her holy name.
  Master at Jadu's Garden
  Jadu Mallick had arrived at his Garden house next to the Kli temple. He sent for the Master. Adhar, too, had arrived from Calcutta, and he saluted Sri Ramakrishna. The Master asked Ltu to light the lantern and accompany him to Jadu's Garden.
  MASTER (to M.): "Why didn't you bring Naran with you?"
  After the music was over, the Mukherjis were about to take their leave. The Master, too, was ready to go, but he was in an ecstatic mood. On coming to the porch he went into samdhi. The gate-keeper of the Garden house was a pious man. Now and then he invited the Master to his house and fed him. Sri Ramakrishna stood there in samdhi and the gate-keeper fanned him with a large fan. Ratan, the manager of the Garden house, saluted the Master, and Sri Ramakrishna, returning to the consciousness of the relative world, greeted the manager and the gate-keeper, saying, "Narayana". Then, accompanied by the devotees, he went back to the temple- Garden through the main gate.
  MASTER (to the Mukherjis, pointing to M.): "Please visit him often."

1.28 - Describes the nature of the Prayer of Recollection and sets down some of the means by which we can make it a habit., #The Way of Perfection, #Saint Teresa of Avila, #Christianity
  to the Father, without wearying the mind by going to seek Him on Mount Calvary, or in the Garden,
  or at the Column.

1.28 - The Killing of the Tree-Spirit, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  his Garden, or buries it in his field, in the belief that this
  causes the crops to grow better. In the Troppau district of Austrian

1.29 - Geri del Bello. The Tenth Bolgia Alchemists. Griffolino d' Arezzo and Capocchino. The many people and the divers wounds, #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity
  Within that Garden where such seed takes root;
  And taking out the band, among whom squandered

1.29 - The Myth of Adonis, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
   "A tamarisk that in the Garden has drunk no water,
    Whose crown in the field has brought forth no blossom.
    A herb that in the Garden had drunk no water."
  His death appears to have been annually mourned, to the shrill music
    Her lament is for the depth of a Garden of trees,
        where honey and wine grow not.

1.30 - Describes the importance of understanding what we ask for in prayer. Treats of these words in the Paternoster: Sanctificetur nomen tuum, adveniat regnum tuum. Applies them to the Prayer of Quiet, and begins the explanation of them., #The Way of Perfection, #Saint Teresa of Avila, #Christianity
  Thou didst address Him in the Garden, telling Him of Thy will and Thy fear, but leaving Thyself
  in His hands. But Thou knowest us, my Lord, and Thou knowest that we are not as resigned as wert

1.32 - The Ritual of Adonis, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
    That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
    Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

1.33 - Count Ugolino and the Archbishop Ruggieri. The Death of Count Ugolino's Sons., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity
  He am I of the fruit of the bad Garden,
  Who here a date am getting for my fig."

1.33 - The Gardens of Adonis, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  object:1.33 - The Gardens of Adonis
  author class:James George Frazer
  XXXIII. The Gardens of Adonis
  PERHAPS the best proof that Adonis was a deity of vegetation, and
  especially of the corn, is furnished by the Gardens of Adonis, as
  they were called. These were baskets or pots filled with earth, in
  These Gardens of Adonis are most naturally interpreted as
  representatives of Adonis or manifestations of his power; they
  wheat and barley in the Gardens of Adonis was intended to make the
  corn shoot up; and the throwing of the Gardens and of the images
  into the water was a charm to secure a due supply of fertilising
  The opinion that the Gardens of Adonis are essentially charms to
  promote the growth of vegetation, especially of the crops, and that
  by the Gardens of Adonis, which are, so to say, a secondary
  manifestation of his original power as a tree-spirit.
  motive probably explains the use of Gardens of Adonis at the
  marriage of Brahmans in the Madras Presidency. Seeds of five or nine
  fifth day the seedlings are thrown, like the real Gardens of Adonis,
  into a tank or river.
  In Sardinia the Gardens of Adonis are still planted in connexion
  with the great midsummer festival which bears the name of St. John.
  correspondence of these Sardinian pots of grain to the Gardens of
  Adonis seems complete, and the images formerly placed in them answer
  to the images of Adonis which accompanied his Gardens.
  Customs of the same sort are observed at the same season in Sicily.
  In Sicily Gardens of Adonis are still sown in spring as well as in
  summer, from which we may perhaps infer that Sicily as well as Syria
  in Catholic and Greek churches on Good Friday, just as the Gardens
  of Adonis were placed on the grave of the dead Adonis. The practice

1.39 - The Ritual of Osiris, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  'for the growth of the Garden is the growth of the divine
  substance.'" On the twenty-second of Khoiak, at the eighth hour, the

1.400 - 1.450 Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism
  One day two sisters, who lived by prostitution, walked near the Garden and sat under a tree. One of them said, "How disgusting is my life that
  I soil my body and mind every day. This man's life is most desirable."
  Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi looked so lowly. She pleaded penitence for her past life, desired to lead a purer and nobler life and finished with a prayer to him to accept her humble services in the Garden or attendance on himself. He advised her to return home and lead a normal life. But she protested. So he detained her for watering the tulasi plants. She accepted the function with delight and began to work in the Garden.
  One rainy night this woman was found standing under the eaves of the thatched shed in which the saint was. Her clothes were dripping and she was shivering with cold. The master asked why she was in such a pitiable state. She said that her place was exposed to the rains and so she sought shelter under the eaves and that she would retire as soon as the rain ceased. He asked her to move into the hut and later told her to change her wet clothes. She did not have dry cloth to put on. So he offered her one of his own clothes. She wore it, still later she begged permission to massage his feet. He consented. Eventually they embraced.
  She still continued to work in the Garden.
  Sometimes she used to remain long in her home. Then this man began to visit her there until he finally lived with her. Nevertheless he did not neglect the Garden nor the daily garlands for God. There was public scandal regarding his change of life. God then resolved to restore him to his old ways and so assumed the shape of the saintly devotee himself. He appeared to the dasi and secretly offered her a rich present, an anklet of God.
  She was very pleased with it and hid it under her pillow. He then disappeared. All these were secretly observed by a maid servant in the house.

14.06 - Liberty, Self-Control and Friendship, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   And I wrote, "Our best friend is he who loves us in our best part." In a more positive way, I would say: he who encourages you to descend to the lowest level in you, who drives you to do stupid things with him or become vicious along with him or approves all that is vile in you is not your friend. And yet, very often, much too often, you make a friend of him with whom you do not feel uneasy when you are below your own self. You associate with those who run about instead of going to school, who would steal fruits from Gardens, those who poke fun at their teachers and who do all sorts of nasty things. That is why I said, "Such people are not your good friends". But they are the friends who are very comfortable, because they never give you the impression that you are in the wrong. Whereas if one comes and tells you, "I say, instead of roaming about doing nothing or doing stupid things, why not go to your class, don't you think it would be better?" To such a person you would generally reply, "you are troublesome, you are not my friend." One should regard him only as his best friend who refuses to take part in a bad or ugly act, who encourages you to resist all lower temptations. He is indeed your friend."
   . . . One should regard him only as his best friend who refuses to take part in a bad or ugly act, who encourages you to resist all lower temptations. He is indeed your friend.

1.40 - The Nature of Osiris, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  cause their Gardens to thrive. Accordingly, he instructed them that
  when he was dead they should cut him up and place pieces of his
  flesh in their Gardens, but his head was to be buried in his own
   Garden. Of him it is said that he outlived the ordinary age, and

1.439, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism
  One day two sisters, who lived by prostitution, walked near the Garden and sat under a tree. One of them said, How disgusting is my life that
  I soil my body and mind every day. This mans life is most desirable.
  Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi looked so lowly. She pleaded penitence for her past life, desired to lead a purer and nobler life and finished with a prayer to him to accept her humble services in the Garden or attendance on himself. He advised her to return home and lead a normal life. But she protested. So he detained her for watering the tulasi plants. She accepted the function with delight and began to work in the Garden.
  One rainy night this woman was found standing under the eaves of the thatched shed in which the saint was. Her clothes were dripping and she was shivering with cold. The master asked why she was in such a pitiable state. She said that her place was exposed to the rains and so she sought shelter under the eaves and that she would retire as soon as the rain ceased. He asked her to move into the hut and later told her to change her wet clothes. She did not have dry cloth to put on. So he offered her one of his own clothes. She wore it, still later she begged permission to massage his feet. He consented. Eventually they embraced.
  She still continued to work in the Garden.
  Sometimes she used to remain long in her home. Then this man began to visit her there until he finally lived with her. Nevertheless he did not neglect the Garden nor the daily garlands for God. There was public scandal regarding his change of life. God then resolved to restore him to his old ways and so assumed the shape of the saintly devotee himself. He appeared to the dasi and secretly offered her a rich present, an anklet of God.
  She was very pleased with it and hid it under her pillow. He then disappeared. All these were secretly observed by a maid servant in the house.
  He said that they raised in the Garden two crude platforms which were occupied by Himself and Palanisami; they were most comfortable. They were made of straw and bamboo mats and were even more comfortable than the sofa here. Palanisami used to pass through the footpath between rows of prickly pear to bring begged food every night from Kizhnathoor.
  Though Sri Bhagavan protested Palanisami persisted in doing so. He was

1.450 - 1.500 Talks, #Talks, #Sri Ramana Maharshi, #Hinduism
  He said that they raised in the Garden two crude platforms which were occupied by Himself and Palanisami; they were most comfortable. They were made of straw and bamboo mats and were even more comfortable than the sofa here. Palanisami used to pass through the footpath between rows of prickly pear to bring begged food every night from Kizhnathoor.
  Though Sri Bhagavan protested Palanisami persisted in doing so. He was

1.49 - Ancient Deities of Vegetation as Animals, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  secretly in Gardens to eat the flesh of swine and mice as a
  religious rite. Doubtless this was a very ancient ceremony, dating

1.49 - Thelemic Morality, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  Cesspools in every theologian's back Garden: sewers in every legislator's Garden city: there is no end to the literature of the subject. But one point is amusing; the Jesuits have always been accused of answering that question in the affirmative, apparently for no better reason than that their doctrine is unanimously adverse to admitting it. (People are like that! They say that I spent months in Yucatan the only province in Mexico that I did not visit. They say that my home is a Tibetan monastery; and Tibet is almost the only country in East and Central Asia that my feet have never trodden. They say that I lived for years in Capri the only town in Italy, of those that I know at all, where I spent less than 48 hours.)
  The Law of Thelema helps us to deal with this question very simply and succinctly. First, it obviates the need of defining the proper "End;" for with us this becomes identical with the "True Will;" and we are bound to assume that the man himself is the sole arbiter; we postulate that his "End" is self-justified.

1.51 - How to Recognise Masters, Angels, etc., and how they Work, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  We finally decided to do what he asked, though part of my objection was founded on his refusal to give us absolutely definite instruction. However, we crossed the Passes in a sleigh to Chiavenna, whence we took the train to Milan. In this city we had a final conversation with Ab-ul-Diz. I had exhausted his patience, as he mine, and he told us that he would not visit us any more. He gave us his final instructions. We were to go to Rome, though he refused to name the exact spot. We were to take a villa and there write Book 4. I asked him how we might recognize the right Villa. I forget what answer he gave through her, but for the first time he flashed a message directly into my own consciousness. "You will recognize it beyond the possibility of doubt or error," he told me. With this a picture came into my mind of a hillside on which were a house and Garden marked by two tall Persian Nuts.
  The next day we went on to Rome. Owing to my own Ananias-like attempt to "keep back part of the price," my relations with Virakam had become strained. We reached Naples after two or three quarrelsome days in Rome and began house-hunting. I imagined that we should find dozens of suitable places to choose from, but we spent day after day scouring the city and suburbs in an automobile, without finding a single place to let that corresponded in the smallest degree with our ideas.
  We drove on a few yards. Then the chauffeur made up him mind to revolt, and stopped the car. On the left was a wide open gate through which we could see a gang of workmen engaged in pretending to repair a ramshackle villa. Virakam called the foreman and asked in broken Italian if the place was to let. He told her no; it was under repair. With crazy confidence she dragged him within and forced him to show her over the house. I sat in resigned disgust, not deigning to follow. Then my eyes suddenly saw down the Garden, two trees close together. I stooped. Their tops appeared. They were Persian Nuts! The stupid coincidence angered me, and yet some irresistible instinct compelled me to take out my note book and pencil and jot down the name written over the gate Villa Caldarazzo. Idly I added up the letters.[108] Their sum struck me like a bullet in my brain. It was 418, the number of the Magical Formula of the Aeon, a numerical hieroglyph of the Great Work. Ab-ul-Diz had made no mistake. My recognition of the right place was not to depend on a mere matter of trees, which might be found almost anywhere. Recognition beyond all possibility of doubt was what he promised. He had been as good as his word.
  I was entirely overwhelmed. I jumped out of the car and ran up to the house. I found Virakam in the main room. The instant I entered I understood that it was entirely suited for a temple. The walls were decorated with crude frescoes which somehow suggested the exact atmosphere proper to the Work. The very shape of the room seemed somehow significant. Further, it seemed as if it were filled with a peculiar emanation. This impression must not be dismissed as sheer fancy. Few men but are sufficiently sensitive to distinguish the spiritual aura of certain buildings. It is impossible not to feel reverence in certain cathedrals and temples. The most ordinary dwelling houses often possess an atmosphere of their own; some depress, some cheer; some disgust, others strike chill to the heart.

1.53 - The Propitation of Wild Animals By Hunters, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  head of a slain buffalo into a village or into a Garden of
  plantains: they always eat the flesh of the head in the open
  following is a German way of freeing a Garden from caterpillars.
  After sunset or at midnight the mistress of the house, or another
  female member of the family, walks all round the Garden dragging a
  broom after her. She may not look behind her, and must keep
  your husb and to church." The Garden gate is left open till the
  following morning.
  her, in order that all the caterpillars might leave the Garden.

1.55 - The Transference of Evil, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  about the Garden." A Northamptonshire, Devonshire, and Welsh cure
  for a cough is to put a hair of the patient's head between two

1.60 - Between Heaven and Earth, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  blasted Gardens, brought down the fruit from trees, dimmed mirrors,
  blunted razors, rusted iron and brass (especially at the waning of

1.61 - Power and Authority, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  Imagine, if you can, what I have been through in the last quarter of a century or more. My subordinates are always asking me for advancement in the Order; they think that if they were only members of the 266th degree everything in the Garden would be lovely. They think that if they only possessed the secrets of the 148th degree they would be able to perform all those miracles which at present escape them.
  These poor fish! They do not understand the difference between Power and Authority. They do not understand that there are two kinds of degrees, altogether different.

1.62 - The Fire-Festivals of Europe, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  through the Gardens and orchards. As they ran they cried at the
  pitch of their voices:
  them into the neighbouring orchards, fields, and Gardens, wherever
  there are fruit-trees. As they march they sing at the top of their
  smut. They imagined that they did much good to the Gardens and
  caused the onions to grow large. Children ran about the fields,
  branch of the highest tree in his Garden or buries in his field,
  believing that this will make the crops to grow better. The ceremony
  the fields, Gardens, and meadows, with a prayer that God will keep
  them from blight and hail. Such fields and Gardens are thought to
  thrive more than others; the corn and the plants that grow in them
  preserved and stuck in cabbage Gardens to protect the cabbages from
  caterpillars and gnats. Some people insert charred sticks and ashes
  their Gardens and the roofs of their houses, as a talisman against
  lightning and foul weather; or they fancy that the ashes placed in

1.63 - The Interpretation of the Fire-Festivals, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  of their Gardens, "their idea being that the smoke, by passing over
  the crops, will assist the ripening of them." Among the Zulus also
  "medicine is burned on a fire placed to windward of the Garden, the
  fumigation which the plants in consequence receive being held to

1.65 - Balder and the Mistletoe, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  of making the Gardens bear plentifully. When used for this purpose,
  the leaves are cut up into fine pieces, and, after having been
  with the seed-corn or scattered about the Garden. This is believed
  to guard the food cooked on the hearth from witchcraft, to preserve

1.66 - The External Soul in Folk-Tales, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism
  and disconsolate in the castle Garden, and cheered by the prospect
  of escaping with him she went to the warlock and coaxed him with
  it in a pond in the midst of his Garden. In time the girl grew to be
  a lovely woman. Now the King of Indrapoora had a fair young queen,
  the pond in my father's Garden." So the box was brought and opened,
  and there was the golden fish in the water. The girl said, "My soul

1.70 - Morality 1, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  Now then, I hope that we have succeeded in clarifying this exceptionally muddy marish water of morality from most of its alien and toxic dirt; too often the Aspirant to the Sacred Wisdom finds no firm path under his feet; the Bog of Respectability mires him who sought the Garden of Delights; soon the last bubbles burst from his choked lungs; he is engulfed in the Slough of Despond.
  In the passive elements of Earth and Water is no creative virtue to cleanse themselves from such impurity as they chance to acquire; it is therefore of cardinal importance to watch them, guard them, keep their Purity untainted and unsoiled; shall the Holy Grail brim with poison of Asps, and the golden Paten be defiled with the Bread of Iniquity? Come Fire, come Air, cleanse ye and kindle the pure instruments, that Spirit may indwell, inform, inspire the whole, the One Continuous Sacrament of Life!

1.75 - The AA and the Planet, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  I shall take exception only by showing that these principles are secondary: oil in Texas, nitrates on the Pacific slope of the Andes, suphur in Louisiana (which put Etna's nose out of joint by making it cheaper for the burgers of Messina to import it from four thousand miles away instead of digging it out of their own back Garden), even coal and timber, upset very few apple-carts until individual genius had found for these commodities such uses as our grandfa thers never dreamed.
  The technical developments of almost every form of wealth are the forebears of Big Business; and Big Business, directly or indirectly, is the immediate cause of War.

18.04 - Modern Poems, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   blooms in the crimson Garden of the veins,
   The pupil of the eye is torn out, the tired eye-lashes

18.05 - Ashram Poets, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   the golden Garden of Paradise
   A faultless, sleepless, pure

1.83 - Epistola Ultima, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  All his early practises therefore are devoted to exploring the worlds which surround (if you choose, or if your prefer are contained in) the object of sense. If there is a tree in your Garden, you want to find out whether that tree is occupied by a nymph or a nat, and if so, what are they like? How do they act? How can you make them useful to your purpose? It is in fact the ordinary every-day scientific method of exploration. The only difference is that in the course of one's experiments one becomes aware of parts of the nature of the object to be examined which are subtler and perhaps more powerful, nearer to reality, than those which ordinary scientific examination discloses. You will notice, however, that the qualities above-mentioned are identical. The chemical elements which go to form a tree are subtler, more powerful and nearer to reality than the tree as it is presented to the senses.
  Finally, we reach the conception of molecules, atoms, electrons, protons, neutrons and so on, and nobody needs telling nowadays what unfathomable potencies lie hidden in the atom.

1951-01-11 - Modesty and vanity - Generosity, #Questions And Answers 1950-1951, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  In Paris there is a Garden called The Garden of Plants: there are animals there also, as well as plants. They had just received a magnificent lion. It was of course in a cage. And it was furious. There was a door in the cage behind which it could hide. And it would hide itself just when the visitors came to see it! I saw that and one day I went up to the cage and began speaking to it (animals are very sensitive to spoken language, they really listen). I began speaking softly to my lion, I said to it, Oh! How handsome you are, what a pity that you are hiding yourself like this, how much we would like to see you. Well, it listened. Then, little by little, it looked at me askance, slowly stretched its neck to see me better; later it brought out its paw and, finally, put the tip of its nose against the bars as if saying, At last, heres someone who understands me!
  To be generous

1951-03-14 - Plasticity - Conditions for knowing the Divine Will - Illness - microbes - Fear - body-reflexes - The best possible happens - Theories of Creation - True knowledge - a work to do - the Ashram, #Questions And Answers 1950-1951, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   The first movement of fear comes automatically. There was a great scientist who was also a great psychologist (I dont remember his name now); he had developed his inner consciousness but wanted to test it. So he undertook an experiment. He wanted to know if, by means of consciousness, one could control the reflex actions of the body (probably he didnt go far enough to be able to do it, for it can be done; but in any case, for him it was still impossible). Well, he went to the zoological Garden, to the place where snakes were kept in a glass cage. There was a particularly aggressive cobra there; when it was not asleep, it was almost always in a fury, for through the glass it could see people and that irritated it terribly. Our scientist went and stood in front of the cage. He knew very well that it was made in such a way that the snake could never break the glass and that he ran no risk of being attacked. So from there he began to excite the snake by shouts and gestures. The cobra, furious, hurled itself against the glass, and every time it did so the scientist closed his eyes! Our psychologist told himself, But look here, I know that this snake cannot pass through, why do I close my eyes? Well, one must recognise that it is difficult to conquer the reaction. It is a sense of protection, and if one feels that one cannot protect oneself, one is afraid. But the movement of fear which is expressed by the eyes fluttering is not a mental or a vital fear: it is a fear in the cells of the body; for it has not been impressed upon them that there is no danger and they do not know how to resist. It is because one has not done yoga, you see. With yoga one can watch with open eyes, one would not close them; but one would not close them because one calls upon something else, and that something else is the sense of the divine Presence in oneself which is stronger than everything.
   This is the only thing that can cure you of your fear.

1951-04-07 - Origin of Evil - Misery- its cause, #Questions And Answers 1950-1951, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   A Garden where one plays an eternal game with the Divine.
   This sounds very fine, it is very goodGod is a child playing, Sri Aurobindo has said.1 It seems this has shocked many people. When we translated this into French and sent it to Europe, there were people who were shocked and said, Well, He plays at our expense!
   "What is God, after all? An eternal child playing an eternal game in an eternal Garden."
   Thoughts and Glimpses, Cent. Vol. 16, p. 381

1951-04-12 - Japan, its art, landscapes, life, etc - Fairy-lore of Japan - Culture- its spiral movement - Indian and European- the spiritual life - Art and Truth, #Questions And Answers 1950-1951, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   There is a Garden quite close to Tokyo where irises are grown, a Garden with very tiny rivulets, and along the rivulets, irisesirises of all possible coloursand it is arranged according to colour, organised in such a way that on entering one is dazzled, there is a blaze of colour from all these flowers standing upright; and there are heaps and heaps of them, as far as the eye can reach. At another time, just at the beginning of spring (it is a slightly early spring there), there are the first cherry-trees. These cherry-trees never give fruit, they are grown only for the flowers. They range from white to pink, to a rather vivid pink. There are long avenues all bordered with cherry-trees, all pink; they are huge trees which have turned all pink. There are entire mountains covered with these cherry-trees, and on the little rivulets bridges have been built which too are all red: you see these bridges of red lacquer among all these pink flowers and, below, a great river flowing and a mountain which seems to scale the sky, and they go to this place in springtime. For each season there are flowers and for each flower there are Gardens.
   And people travel by train as easily as one goes from house to house; they have a small packet like this which they carry; in it they have a change of clothes, thats quite enough for them; on their feet they wear rope or fibre sandals; when these get worn out they throw them away and take others, for they costs nothing at all. All their life is like that. They have paper handkerchiefs, when they have used them they get rid of them, and so onthey dont burden themselves with anything. When they go by train, at the stations small meals are sold in boxes (it is quite clean, quite neat), small meals in boxes of white wood with little chop-sticks for eating; then, as all this has no value, when one has finished, one puts them aside, doesnt bother about them or encumber oneself. They live like that. When they have a Garden or a park, they plant trees, and they plant them just at the place where when the tree has grown it will create a landscape, will fit into a landscape. And as they want the tree to have a particular shape, they trim it, cut it, they manage to give it all the shapes they want. You have trees with fantastic forms; they have cut off the unnecessary branches, fostered others, contrived things as they liked. Then you come to a place and you see a house which seems to be altogether a part of the landscape; it has exactly the right colour, it is made of the right materials; it is not like a blow in your face, as are all those European buildings which spoil the whole landscape. It is just there where it should be, hidden under the trees; then you see a creeper and suddenly a wonderful tree: it is there at the right place, it has the right form. I had everything to learn in Japan. For four years, from an artistic point of view, I lived from wonder to wonder.
   And in the cities, a city like Tokyo, for example, which is the biggest city in the world, bigger than London, and which extends far, far (now the houses are modernised, the whole centre of the city is very unpleasant, but when I was there, it was still good), in the outlying parts of the city, those which are not business quarters, every house has at the most two storeys and a Garden there is always a Garden, there are always one or two trees which are quite lovely. And then, if you go for a walkit is very difficult to find your way in Tokyo; there are no straight streets with houses on either side according to the number, and you lose your way easily. Then you go wandering aroundalways one wanders at random in that countryyou go wandering and all of a sudden you turn the corner of a street and come to a kind of paradise: there are magnificent trees, a temple as beautiful as everything else, you see nothing of the city any longer, no more traffic, no tramways; a corner, a corner of trees with magnificent colours, and it is beautiful, beautiful like everything else. You do not know how you have reached there, you seem to have come by luck. And then you turn, you seek your way, you wander off again and go elsewhere. And some days later you want to come back to this very place, but it is impossible, it is as though it had disappeared. And this is so frequent, this is so true that such stories are often told in Japan. Their literature is full of fairy-lore. They tell you a story in which the hero comes suddenly to an enchanted place: he sees fairies, he sees marvellous beings, he spends exquisite hours among flowers, music; all is splendid. The next day he is obliged to leave; it is the law of the place, he goes away. He tries to come back, but never does. He can no longer find the place: it was there, it has disappeared! And everything in this city, in this country, from beginning to end, gives you the impression of impermanence, of the unexpected, the exceptional. You always come to things you did not expect; you want to find them again and they are lostthey have made something else which is equally charming. From the artistic point of view, the point of view of beauty, I dont think there is a country as beautiful as that.
   Now, I ought to say, to complete my picture, that the four years I was there I found a dearth of spirituality as entire as could be. These people have a wonderful morality, live according to quite strict moral rules, they have a mental construction even in the least detail of life: one must eat in a certain way and not another, one must bow in a certain way and not another, one must say certain words but not all; when addressing certain people one must express oneself in a certain way; when speaking with others, one must express oneself in another. If you go to buy something in a shop, you must say a particular sentence; if you dont say it, you are not served: they look at you quizzically and do not move! But if you say the word, they wait upon you with full attention and bring, if necessary, a cushion for you to sit upon and a cup of tea to drink. And everything is like that. However, not once do you have the feeling that you are in contact with something other than a marvellously organised mental-physical domain. And what energy they have! Their whole vital being is turned into energy. They have an extraordinary endurance but no direct aspiration: one must obey the rule, one is obliged. If one does not submit oneself to rules there, one may live as Europeans do, who are considered barbarians and looked upon altogether as intruders, but if you want to live a Japanese life among the Japanese you must do as they do, otherwise you make them so unhappy that you cant even have any relation with them. In their house you must live in a particular way, when you meet them you must greet them in a particular way. I think I have already told you the story of that Japanese who was an intimate friend of ours, and whom I helped to come into contact with his soul and who ran away. He was in the countryside with us and I had put him in touch with his psychic being; he had the experience, a revelation, the contact, the dazzling inner contact. And the next morning, he was no longer there, he had taken flight! Later, when I saw him again in town after the holidays, I asked him, But what happened to you, why did you go away?Oh! You understand, I discovered my soul and saw that my soul was more powerful than my faith in the country and the Mikado; I would have had to obey my soul and I would no longer have been a faithful subject of my emperor. I had to go away. There you are! All this is au thentically true.

1951-04-14 - Surrender and sacrifice - Idea of sacrifice - Bahaism - martyrdom - Sleep- forgetfulness, exteriorisation, etc - Dreams and visions- explanations - Exteriorisation- incidents about cats, #Questions And Answers 1950-1951, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   There are some very remarkable instances of exteriorisation. I am going to tell you two incidents about cats which occurred quite a long time ago in France. One happened very long ago, long before the war even. We used to have small meetings every weekquite a small number of friends, three or four, who discussed philosophy, spiritual experiences, etc. There was a young boy, a poet, but one who was rather light-hearted; he was very intelligent, he was a student in Paris. He used to come regularly to these meetings (they took place on Wednesday evenings) and one evening he did not come. We were surprised; we had met him a few days before and he had said he would comehe did not come. We waited quite a long time, the meeting was over and at the time of leaving I opened the door to let people out (it was at my house that these meetings were held), I opened the door and there before it sat a big dark grey cat which rushed into th