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a-mornings ::: adv. --> In the morning; every morning.

AI koan ::: (humour) /A-I koh'an/ One of a series of pastiches of Zen teaching riddles created by Danny Hillis at the MIT AI Lab around various major figures of the Lab's culture.See also ha ha only serious, mu.In reading these, it is at least useful to know that Marvin Minsky, Gerald Sussman, and Drescher are AI researchers of note, that Tom Knight was one of the Lisp machine's principal designers, and that David Moon wrote much of Lisp Machine Lisp. * * * A novice was trying to fix a broken Lisp machine by turning the power off and on.Knight, seeing what the student was doing, spoke sternly: You cannot fix a machine by just power-cycling it with no understanding of what is going wrong.Knight turned the machine off and on.The machine worked. * * * better garbage collector. We must keep a reference count of the pointers to each cons.Moon patiently told the student the following story: One day a student came to Moon and said: `I understandhow to make a better garbage collector... [Pure reference-count garbage collectors have problems with circular structures that point to themselves.] * * * In the days when Sussman was a novice, Minsky once came to him as he sat hacking at the PDP-6.What are you doing?, asked Minsky.I am training a randomly wired neural net to play Tic-Tac-Toe, Sussman replied.Why is the net wired randomly?, asked Minsky.I do not want it to have any preconceptions of how to play, Sussman said.Minsky then shut his eyes.Why do you close your eyes?, Sussman asked his teacher.So that the room will be empty.At that moment, Sussman was enlightened. * * * A disciple of another sect once came to Drescher as he was eating his morning meal.I would like to give you this personality test, said the outsider, because I want you to be happy.Drescher took the paper that was offered him and put it into the toaster, saying: I wish the toaster to be happy, too. (1995-02-08)

AI koan "humour" /A-I koh'an/ One of a series of pastiches of Zen teaching riddles created by {Danny Hillis} at the {MIT AI Lab} around various major figures of the Lab's culture. See also {ha ha only serious}, {mu}. In reading these, it is at least useful to know that {Marvin Minsky}, {Gerald Sussman}, and Drescher are {AI} researchers of note, that {Tom Knight} was one of the {Lisp machine}'s principal designers, and that {David Moon} wrote much of Lisp Machine Lisp. * * * A novice was trying to fix a broken Lisp machine by turning the power off and on. Knight, seeing what the student was doing, spoke sternly: "You cannot fix a machine by just power-cycling it with no understanding of what is going wrong." Knight turned the machine off and on. The machine worked. * * * One day a student came to Moon and said: "I understand how to make a better garbage collector. We must keep a reference count of the pointers to each cons." Moon patiently told the student the following story:   "One day a student came to Moon and said: `I understand   how to make a better garbage collector... [Pure reference-count garbage collectors have problems with circular structures that point to themselves.] * * * In the days when Sussman was a novice, Minsky once came to him as he sat hacking at the PDP-6. "What are you doing?", asked Minsky. "I am training a randomly wired neural net to play Tic-Tac-Toe", Sussman replied. "Why is the net wired randomly?", asked Minsky. "I do not want it to have any preconceptions of how to play", Sussman said. Minsky then shut his eyes. "Why do you close your eyes?", Sussman asked his teacher. "So that the room will be empty." At that moment, Sussman was enlightened. * * * A disciple of another sect once came to Drescher as he was eating his morning meal. "I would like to give you this personality test", said the outsider, "because I want you to be happy." Drescher took the paper that was offered him and put it into the toaster, saying: "I wish the toaster to be happy, too." (1995-02-08)

air ::: n. --> The fluid which we breathe, and which surrounds the earth; the atmosphere. It is invisible, inodorous, insipid, transparent, compressible, elastic, and ponderable.
Symbolically: Something unsubstantial, light, or volatile.
A particular state of the atmosphere, as respects heat, cold, moisture, etc., or as affecting the sensations; as, a smoky air, a damp air, the morning air, etc.
Any aeriform body; a gas; as, oxygen was formerly called vital

Ajahn Mun Bhuridatta. (1870-1949). Thai monk who revitalized the Thai forest-monk tradition (Thai PHRA PA), and the subject of a celebrated Thai hagiography by Ajahn MahA Boowa NAnasampanno (b. 1913). Born in 1870, in Ban Khambong village in the province of Ubon Ratchathani, Mun was ordained in 1893 at Wat Liab and began studying insight practice (VIPAsYANA) under the guidance of Ajahn Sao Kantasīla (1861-1941). Through developing the meditation on foulness (AsUBHABHAVANA), he eventually had an experience of calmness (sAMATHA), and in order to enhance his practice, he embarked on the life of asceticism (P. DHUTAnGA) as a forest dweller (P. ARANNAVASI) in northeast Thailand and southern Laos. After every rains' retreat (VARsA) was over, he would travel into the forests, staying just close enough to a few small villages in order to perform his alms round (PIndAPATA) each morning. According to the hagiography, after first experiencing the fruition of the state of the nonreturner (ANAGAMIN), he eventually achieved the stage of a worthy one (ARHAT) in Chiang Mai, an experience that he said shook the entire universe and brought a roar of accolades from the heavenly hosts. Ajahn Mun became a widely known and respected meditator and teacher, who was invited to dwell in monasteries throughout much of Thailand. The hagiography compiled by Ajahn MahA Boowa is filled with exuberantly told tales of his meditative visions, prophetic dreams, lectures and instructions, and encounters with other eminent monks, laypeople, and even with deceased arhats and divinities (DEVA) such as sAKRA with his 100,000 strong retinue. Ajahn Mun's many prominent disciples helped revive the Thai forest-monk tradition, especially in the northeast, and defined its austere practices (Thai, THUDONG; P. DHUTAnGA) in their contemporary context.

Akdamot ::: (Aramaic before I begin) A poem recited during the morning service on Shavuot.

Also the name of one of the steeds of Morning.

Also used for the four bodies Brahma assumed at creation: night, evening twilight, day, and morning twilight; archaic Hindu legend states that the three higher classes of pitris were born in the body of night, the four lower classes from the body of evening twilight, gods from the body of day, and men from the morning twilight.

AMD 1. "company" {Advanced Micro Devices}. 2. "jargon" According to Don Olivier "", his system manager came in to work one morning to find his IBM system down with a message on the console that said "AMD failure". After he and the service rep had puzzled over documentation for an hour or so they called headquarters and eventually learned that it the failure was in the cooling system: an AMD is an "air movement device", IBM for "fan". (1995-01-16)

AMD ::: 1. (company) Advanced Micro Devices.2. (jargon) According to Don Olivier , his system manager came in to work one morningn hour or so they called headquarters and eventually learned that it the failure was in the cooling system: an AMD is an air movement device, IBM for fan. (1995-01-16)

amorwe ::: adv. --> In the morning.
On the following morning.

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.

angelus ::: n. --> A form of devotion in which three Ave Marias are repeated. It is said at morning, noon, and evening, at the sound of a bell.
The Angelus bell.

antelucan ::: a. --> Held or being before light; -- a word applied to assemblies of Christians, in ancient times of persecution, held before light in the morning.

Anunit (Chaldean) One of the popular nature goddesses of the early Babylonian peoples, who in one aspect is called Ishtar. Her worship was prominent at Sippar in the later Babylonian period. A sanctuary was erected in her honor by Sargon of Akkad at Babylon (3800 BC). Blavatsky held that Anunit was the planet Venus as the morning star, whereas the same planet as the evening star was Ishtar of Erech.

apply) to the morning or evening star (Venus).

Arati: Divine service performed to God, generally in the early morning or at dusk, with lamps, incense and must especially ringing of bells.

arise ::: v. i. --> To come up from a lower to a higher position; to come above the horizon; to come up from one&

Aruna (Sanskrit) Aruṇa [from the verbal root ṛ to move, rise, tend towards] Reddish-brown, ruddy (the color of morning as opposed to the darkness of night); dawn personified, sometimes represented as the charioteer of the sun. In the Ramayana, Aruna is the father of the fabulous bird Jatayu, king of the vultures, slain by Ravana. In the Vishnu-Purana, Aruna is one of the two sons of Kasyapa by Vinata; called Suparna, he is “king of the feathered tribes, and the remorseless enemy of the serpent race” (1:21).

Arundhati (Sanskrit) Arundhatī [probably from a not + the verbal root rudh to check, restrain, bind] One who releases, frees, unbinds; a medicinal climber, with power to heal severe wounds; consort of the sage Vasishtha; consort of Dharma, meaning established law, procedure, truth, referring in this case to the cosmos; from Arundhati were born “the divisions of earth” (VP 1:15); personification of the morning star, Phosphoros or Lucifer-Venus of the ancient Greeks and Latins, one of the seven stars of Ursa Major; power invoked by the bridegroom for conjugal excellence; name of kundalini, the occult energy in humanity symbolized by a coiled serpent said to lie latent at the base of the spinal column until energized into activity by strenuous yoga exercises.

aubade ::: n. --> An open air concert in the morning, as distinguished from an evening serenade; also, a pianoforte composition suggestive of morning.

Augoeides (Grk.): The Holy Guardian Angel. Augocides derives from Augos (Grk.), the morning light. A term used by Iamblichus in his Dc Mysterus. Bulwer Lytton popularized the term in his occult novel, Zanoni, where he interpreted it as meaning The Luminous

aurora ::: n. --> The rising light of the morning; the dawn of day; the redness of the sky just before the sun rises.
The rise, dawn, or beginning.
The Roman personification of the dawn of day; the goddess of the morning. The poets represented her a rising out of the ocean, in a chariot, with rosy fingers dropping gentle dew.
A species of crowfoot.
The aurora borealis or aurora australis (northern or

BAhiya-DArucīriya. (C. Poxijia; J. Bakika; K. Pasaga 婆迦). A lay ARHAT (P. arahant), who is declared by the Buddha to be foremost among those of swift intuition (khippAbhiNNAnaM). According to PAli accounts, BAhiya was a merchant from the town of BAhiya (whence his toponym), who was engaged in maritime trade. He sailed seven times across the seas in search of profit and seven times returned home safely. On an eighth journey, however, he was shipwrecked and floated on a plank until he came ashore near the seaport town of SuppAraka. Having lost his clothes, he dressed himself in tree bark and went regularly to the town to beg for alms with a bowl. Impressed with his demeanor, the people of SuppAraka were exceedingly generous, offering him luxurious gifts and fine clothes, which he consistently refused. Over time, he came to be regarded by the populace as an arhat, and, infatuated with his growing fame, BAhiya also came to believe that he had attained that state of holiness. A BRAHMA god, who had been BAhiya's friend in a previous existence, convinced him out of kindness that he was mistaken and recommended that he seek out the Buddha in sRAVASTĪ (P. SAvatthi). The BrahmA god transported BAhiya to the city of RAJAGṚHA (P. RAjagaha) where the Buddha was then staying and told him to meet the Buddha during his morning alms round. BAhiya approached the Buddha and requested to be taught what was necessary for liberation, but the Buddha refused, saying that alms round was not the time for teaching. BAhiya persisted three times in his request, whereupon the Buddha consented. The Buddha gave him a short lesson in sensory restraint (INDRIYASAMVARA): i.e., "in the seen, there is only the seen; in the heard, only the heard; in what is thought, only the thought," etc. As he listened to the Buddha's terse instruction, BAhiya attained arhatship. As was typical for laypersons who had attained arhatship, BAhiya then requested to be ordained as a monk, but the Buddha refused until BAhiya could be supplied with a bowl and robe. BAhiya immediately went in search of these requisites but along the path encountered an ox, which gored him to death. Disciples who witnessed the event informed the Buddha, who from the beginning had been aware of BAhiya's impending demise. He instructed his disciples to cremate the body and build a reliquary mound (P. thupa, S. STuPA) over the remains; he then explained that BAhiya's destiny was such that he could not be ordained in his final life.

Beijve (Sameh) The bright sun god of the nomadic people of northern Norway, Sweden, Finland, and the Kola peninsula of Russia who call themselves Sameh (people of the sun). Beijve is the son of the divine Jubmel, and the Milky Way is the shining trail left by his skis when he hastened to obey the god’s summons. With Beijve’s advice and help, Jubmel caused a bridge to be created between the upper divine worlds “where the light begins” and the lower “dark and silent worlds”; on the upper end of the span he fashioned the earth from his little reindeer doe. Her bones became earth’s armature, her flesh its ground, her blood vessels became its rivers, and her hairs the forests. The little reindeer’s skull protects the earth from the intense light of the sun, and her two eyes are the morning and the evening star. But her heart he hid deep within the earth where the lonely mountaineer may sometimes, in the quiet summer night, hear it beating.

benedicite ::: n. --> A canticle (the Latin version of which begins with this word) which may be used in the order for morning prayer in the Church of England. It is taken from an apocryphal addition to the third chapter of Daniel.
An exclamation corresponding to Bless you !.

Bennu (Egyptian) Bennu. Also Benu, Benoo. A bird of the heron species, identified with the phoenix. It was prominent in Egyptian mythology, being associated with the sun: it was said to have come into being from the fire which burned at the top of the sacred Persea Tree; that the renewed morning sun rose in the form of the bennu; and that it was the soul of Ra, the sun god. The sanctuary of the bennu was likewise that of Ra and of Osiris. A hymn in the Book of the Dead says: “I go in like the Hawk, and I come forth like the Bennu, the Morning Star (i.e., the planet Venus) of Ra” (xiii 2). Blavatsky terms the bennu “the bird of resurrection in Eternity . . . in whom night follows the day, and day the night — an allusion to the periodical cycles of cosmic resurrection and human re-incarnation” (SD 1:312).

black hole ::: --> A dungeon or dark cell in a prison; a military lock-up or guardroom; -- now commonly with allusion to the cell (the Black Hole) in a fort at Calcutta, into which 146 English prisoners were thrust by the nabob Suraja Dowla on the night of June 20, 17656, and in which 123 of the prisoners died before morning from lack of air.

morning ::: a. --> Pertaining to the first part or early part of the day; being in the early part of the day; as, morning dew; morning light; morning service.

morning-glory ::: n. --> A climbing plant (Ipomoea purpurea) having handsome, funnel-shaped flowers, usually red, pink, purple, white, or variegated, sometimes pale blue. See Dextrorsal.

morning I could not be sure (no more than Jacob was, when he wrestled with his dark antagonist

morning star ::: a planet (usually Venus) seen just before sunrise in the eastern sky.

morning star

morningtide ::: n. --> Morning time.

morning until evening.” Cf. Dante’s description

BodhnAth Stupa. (T. Bya rung kha shor). The popular Nepali name for a large STuPA situated on the northeast edge of the Kathmandu Valley in Nepal. Venerated by both Newar and Tibetan Buddhists, it has become one of Nepal's most important and active Buddhist pilgrimage sites. The base, arranged on three terraces in a multiangled shape called viMsatikona (lit. "twenty angles"), is more than 260 feet on each side with the upper dome standing some 130 feet high. At the structure's south entrance stands a shrine to the Newar goddess known as Ajima or HARĪTĪ. Together with SVAYAMBHu and NAMO BUDDHA, BodhnAth forms a triad of great stupas often depicted together in Tibetan literature. The stupa's origins are unclear and a variety of competing traditions account for its founding and subsequent development. Most Nepali sources agree that the mahAcaitya was founded through the activities of King MAnadeva I (reigned 464-505), who unwittingly murdered his father but later atoned for his patricide through a great act of contrition. Among Newars, the stupa is commonly known as the KhAsticaitya, literally "the dew-drop CAITYA." This name is said to refer to the period in which King MAnadeva founded the stupa, a time of great drought when cloth would be spread out at night from which the morning dew could be squeezed in order to supply water necessary for the construction. The site is also called KhAsacaitya, after one legend which states that MAnadeva was the reincarnation of a Tibetan teacher called KhAsA; another well-known tradition explains the name as stemming from the buddha KAsYAPA, whose relics are said to be enclosed therein. The major Tibetan account of the stupa's origin is found in a treasure text (GTER MA) said to have been hidden by the Indian sage PADMASAMBHAVA and his Tibetan consort YE SHES MTSHO RGYAL. According to this narrative, the monument was constructed by a widowed poultry keeper. The local nobility grew jealous that such a grand project was being undertaken by a woman of such low status. They petitioned the king, requesting that he bring the construction to a halt. The king, however, refused to intervene and instead granted permission for the work to be completed, from which its Tibetan name Bya rung kha shor (Jarung Kashor, literally "permission to do what is proper") is derived. The stupa was renovated under the guidance of Tibetan lamas on numerous occasions and it eventually came under the custodial care of a familial lineage known as the Chini Lamas. Once surrounded by a small village, since 1959 BodhnAth has become a thriving center for Tibetan refugee culture and the location for dozens of relocated Tibetan monasteries.

bounce ::: 1. (Perhaps by analogy to a bouncing check) An electronic mail message that is undeliverable and returns an error notification (a bounce message) to the sender is said to bounce.2. To play volleyball. The now-demolished D. C. Power Lab building used by the Stanford AI Lab in the 1970s had a volleyball court on the front lawn. From 5 PM followed by Brian McCune loudly bouncing a volleyball on the floor outside the offices of known volleyballers.3. To engage in sexual intercourse; probably from the expression bouncing the mattress, but influenced by Roo's psychosexually loaded Try bouncing me, Tigger! from the Winnie-the-Pooh books.Compare boink.4. To casually reboot a system in order to clear up a transient problem. Reported primarily among VMS users.5. (VM/CMS programmers) Automatic warm-start of a computer after an error. I logged on this morning and found it had bounced 7 times during the night6. (IBM) To power cycle a peripheral in order to reset it.[Jargon File] (1994-11-29)

bounce 1. (Perhaps by analogy to a bouncing check) An {electronic mail} message that is undeliverable and returns an error notification (a "{bounce message}") to the sender is said to "bounce". 2. To play volleyball. The now-demolished {D. C. Power Lab} building used by the {Stanford AI Lab} in the 1970s had a volleyball court on the front lawn. From 5 PM to 7 PM was the scheduled maintenance time for the computer, so every afternoon at 5 would come over the intercom the cry: "Now hear this: bounce, bounce!", followed by Brian McCune loudly bouncing a volleyball on the floor outside the offices of known volleyballers. 3. To engage in sexual intercourse; probably from the expression "bouncing the mattress", but influenced by Roo's psychosexually loaded "Try bouncing me, Tigger!" from the "Winnie-the-Pooh" books. Compare {boink}. 4. To casually reboot a system in order to clear up a transient problem. Reported primarily among {VMS} users. 5. (VM/CMS programmers) Automatic warm-start of a computer after an error. "I logged on this morning and found it had bounced 7 times during the night" 6. (IBM) To {power cycle} a peripheral in order to reset it. [{Jargon File}] (1994-11-29)

breakfast ::: n. --> The first meal in the day, or that which is eaten at the first meal.
A meal after fasting, or food in general. ::: v. i. --> To break one&

Chiu: Duration, or "what reaches to different times," or "what unites past and present, morning and evening." (Neo-Mohism.) -- W.T.C Chiu ch'ou: The Nine Categories of the Grand Norm (hung fan) of ancient Confucian philosophy, consisting of the Five Elements (wu hsing), the reverent practice of the five functions (of personal appearance, speech, vision, hearing, and thought), the intensive application of the eight governmental measures, the harmonious use of the five regulations of time, the establishment of the royal standard, the orderly practice of the three virtues, the intelligent practice of divination, the thoughtful following of various indications, and the rewarding with five kinds of good and punishment with six forms of evil. -- W.T.C.

chosan. (朝参). In Japanese, lit. "morning meditation"; the morning-period ZAZEN that begins the day at a Japanese ZEN monastery.

cockcrowing ::: n. --> The time at which cocks first crow; the early morning.

cock ::: n. --> The male of birds, particularly of gallinaceous or domestic fowls.
A vane in the shape of a cock; a weathercock.
A chief man; a leader or master.
The crow of a cock, esp. the first crow in the morning; cockcrow.
A faucet or valve.
The style of gnomon of a dial.

Contemplate, for a moment, this wondrous reply in six lines, of Satyavan to his father’s gentle scolding of Savitri.”at noon leaving this house of clay”, for in the epic his death in the forest takes place at noon, not a departure of an early morning soul or one who leaves enfolded in the dark rooms of night, but at a time when the sun is at its most brilliant, showering the earth with light.

contortuplicate ::: a. --> Plaited lengthwise and twisted in addition, as the bud of the morning-glory.

convolvulaceous ::: a. --> Of, pertaining to, or resembling, the family of plants of which the bindweed and the morning-glory are common examples.

convolvulus ::: n. --> A large genus of plants having monopetalous flowers, including the common bindweed (C. arwensis), and formerly the morning-glory, but this is now transferred to the genus Ipomaea.

Cudapanthaka. (P. Culapanthaka/Cullapantha; T. Lam phran bstan; C. Zhutubantuojia; J. Chudahantaka; K. Chudobant'akka 注荼半托迦). An eminent ARHAT declared in PAli sources as foremost among the Buddha's disciples in his ability to create mind-made bodies (MANOMAYAKAYA) and to manipulate mind (cittavivatta). Cudapanthaka was the younger of two brothers born to a merchant's daughter from RAJAGṚHA who had eloped with a slave. Each time she became pregnant, she wanted to return home to give birth to her children, but both were born during her journey home. For this reason, the brothers were named "Greater" Roadside (MahApanthaka; see PANTHAKA) and "Lesser" Roadside. The boys were eventually taken to RAjagṛha and raised by their grandparents, who were devoted to the Buddha. The elder brother Panthaka often accompanied his grandfather to listen to the Buddha's sermons and was inspired to be ordained. He proved to be an able monk, skilled in doctrine, and eventually attained arhatship. He later ordained his younger brother Cudapanthaka but was gravely disappointed in his brother's inability to memorize even a single verse of the dharma. Panthaka was so disappointed that he advised his brother to leave the order, much to the latter's distress. Once, the Buddha's physician JĪVAKA invited the Buddha and his monks to a morning meal. Panthaka gathered the monks together on the appointed day to attend the meal but intentionally omitted Cudapanthaka. So hurt was Cudapanthaka by his brother's contempt that he decided to return to lay life. The Buddha, knowing his mental state, comforted the young monk and taught him a simple exercise: he instructed him to sit facing east and, while repeating the phrase "rajoharanaM" ("cleaning off the dirt"), continue to wipe his face with a clean cloth. As Cudapanthaka noticed the cloth getting dirty from wiping off his sweat, he gained insight into the reality of impermanence (ANITYA) and immediately attained arhatship and was equipped with the four analytical knowledges (PRATISAMVID), including knowledge of the entire canon (TRIPItAKA). (According to other versions of the story, he came to a similar realization through sweeping.) Thereafter Cudapanthaka became renowned for his vast learning, as well as for his supranormal powers. He was a master of meditative concentration (SAMADHI) and of the subtle-materiality absorptions (RuPAVACARADHYANA). He could simultaneously create a thousand unique mind-made bodies (MANOMAYAKAYA), while other meditative specialists in the order could at best produce only two or three. ¶ Cudapanthaka is also traditionally listed as the last of the sixteen arhat elders (sOdAsASTHAVIRA), who were charged by the Buddha with protecting his dispensation until the advent of the next buddha, MAITREYA. In CHANYUE GUANXIU's standard Chinese depiction, Cudapanthaka sits among withered trees, his left hand raised with fingers slightly bent, and his right hand resting on his right thigh, holding a fan.

Cunda. (T. Skul byed; C. Zhuntuo; J. Junda; K. Chunda 準陀). In Sanskrit and PAli, the proper name of a metalworker famous, or perhaps infamous, for having offered the Buddha his final meal before his demise. According to the PAli account, the Buddha was traveling to KusinArA (S. KUsINAGARĪ) and interrupted his journey to rest at Cunda's mango grove in PAvA. Cunda paid his respects to the Buddha and invited him and his followers for the morning meal the next day. Cunda prepared for them sweet rice, cakes, and SuKARAMADDAVA, literally "tender boar" or "soft boar's [food]." There has been much debate, both in the tradition and among modern scholars, as to the meaning of this term. It is unclear whether it means something soft that is consumed by boars (such as a type of mushroom, truffle, or bamboo shoots that had been trampled by boars) or some kind of pork dish. The Indian and Sinhalese commentators prefer, although not unanimously, the latter interpretation. Some East Asian recensions of Cunda's story state that he offered the Buddha mushrooms rather than pork for his last meal, thus preserving the idea that the Buddha was vegetarian. At the meal, the Buddha announced that he alone should be served the dish, and what was left over should be buried, for none but a buddha could survive eating it. This has led some modern interpreters to suggest that the meal had been poisoned, but no such implication appears in traditional commentaries. Shortly thereafter, the Buddha became afflicted with the dysentery from which he would eventually die. Shortly before his death, the Buddha instructed his disciple ANANDA to visit Cunda and reassure the layman that he was blameless; in fact, he should rejoice at the great merit he earned for having given the Buddha his last meal. In an earlier meeting, Cunda remarked to the Buddha that he approved of Brahmanical rites of purification, to which the Buddha responded with a sermon on the threefold defilement and purification of the body, the fourfold defilement and purification of speech, and the threefold defilement and purification of the mind. Although Cunda is not recorded as having ever reached any degree of spiritual attainment, he did have his doubts removed by the Buddha, whom he regarded as his teacher. There are a variety of different transcriptions of the name in Chinese, of which the above is among the most common.

daily ::: a. --> Happening, or belonging to, each successive day; diurnal; as, daily labor; a daily bulletin. ::: n. --> A publication which appears regularly every day; as, the morning dailies.

dawdle ::: v. i. --> To waste time in trifling employment; to trifle; to saunter. ::: v. t. --> To waste by trifling; as, to dawdle away a whole morning.

Dawn Frequently denotes the beginning of a new cycle, of greater or less extent. Venus-Lucifer is called the luminous son of morning or of manvantaric dawn; and the builders are the luminous sons of manvantaric dawn. In Greek mythology Apollo (the sun) has two daughters, Hilaira and Phoebe (evening twilight and dawn); Eos is the dawn, as is Aurora in Latin. In Hindu mythology, the wife of Surya (the sun) is Ushas (dawn), and she is also his mother. In the Vishnu-Purana, Brahma, for purposes of world formation, assumes four bodies — dawn, night, day, and evening twilight. Man is said to come from the body of dawn, for dawn signifies light, the intelligence of the intellect of the universe often called mahat, the ultimate progenitor, and indeed the final cosmic goal, of the Hierarchy of Light of which the human hierarchy is a small portion. See also SANDHI

dawn ::: n. **1. The first appearance of daylight in the morning. 2. The beginning or rise of anything; advent. dawn"s, dawns, dawn-sheen. v. 3. To begin to be perceived; appear; occur. dawns, dawned.

dawn ::: v. i. --> To begin to grow light in the morning; to grow light; to break, or begin to appear; as, the day dawns; the morning dawns.
To began to give promise; to begin to appear or to expand. ::: n. --> The break of day; the first appearance of light in the morning; show of approaching sunrise.

daybreak ::: n. --> The time of the first appearance of light in the morning.

daybreak ::: the time in the morning when light first appears; dawn; sunrise.

day-star ::: n. --> The morning star; the star which ushers in the day.
The sun, as the orb of day.

Modeh Ani is the name of a thanksgiving prayer recited upon awakening each morning.

demain matin [French] ::: tomorrow morning.

dew ::: n. --> Moisture from the atmosphere condensed by cool bodies upon their surfaces, particularly at night.
Figuratively, anything which falls lightly and in a refreshing manner.
An emblem of morning, or fresh vigor. ::: v. t.

dextrorse ::: a. --> Turning from the left to the right, in the ascending line, as in the spiral inclination of the stem of the common morning-glory.

Dhammakāya. (Thai, Thammakai). A Buddhist reform movement in Thailand that originated in 1916, when a monk named Luang Phor Sodh is said to have rediscovered a technique of meditation that had been lost since the time of the Buddha. The movement began to gain impetus in 1970, when one of the abbot's disciples, a nun known as Khun Yay Upāsika, founded Wat Phra Dhammakāya. Dhammakāya meditation practice consists of visualizing a small crystal sphere entering one's body through the nasal passage; the sphere settles in the solar plexus and eventually becomes transformed into a crystal image of the Buddha. While engaging in this visualization, the meditator is supposed to focus on the MANTRA "samma arahang." The practice is supposed to culminate in the ability to see a buddha image (the dhammakāya, or "truth body" of the Buddha; see DHARMAKĀYA) inside oneself, an experience compared to tasting NIRVĀnA in the present life. Meditation is the principal Dhammakāya practice, and the organization encourages its followers to meditate twice a day as a way of improving self-confidence and as a tool for success, well being, and fostering family life. Dhammakāya also offers group training courses for adults in the private and public sectors. Devotees dress in white, and temple buildings are simple in design. Dhammakāya is also known for organizing massive ceremonies involving several thousand monks and tens of thousands of laypeople on Buddhist holy days. Rather than following the traditional lunar calendar and practicing on the days of the waning and waxing moon, Dhammakāya practice is held every Sunday, with meditation in the morning, followed by a sermon on topics relevant to the problems and concerns of everyday life. Its adherents are also encouraged to take part in such activities as retreats, youth camps, and massive ordinations for college students during the summer break. The Dhammakāya movement also differs from mainstream Thai Buddhism in that it requires monks to be ordained for life rather than the temporary ordination that is common among Thai laymen. In addition to its massive WAT outside of Bangkok, it has established branches throughout Thailand and overseas. Many Thais, especially intellectuals who support the forest meditation tradition, criticize Dhammakāya for its "direct marketing" type of organization and its quick-fix solutions to complex problems.

Dioscuri (Greek) Dioskouroi. In Greek mythology, Castor and Pollux (Greek Polydeuces), Spartan twin sons of Tyndareus and Leda; their sisters were Helen and Clytemnestra. In Homer all but Helen were considered mortal, but after the twins’ death they lived and died on alternate days. Later one, usually Pollux, was the son of Zeus and shared his immortality after Castor’s death. Usually Zeus as a swan is said to have seduced Leda, who brought forth two eggs, one containing Helen and the other Castor and Pollux. The twins rescued Helen from Theseus and went with the Argonauts. Castor and Pollux are associated with the zodiacal sign Gemini, and sometimes with the morning and evening stars.

Eosphoros (Greek) The morning star, equivalent of Lucifer or Venus. Venus “was known in pre-Hesiodic theogony as Eosphoros (or Phosphoros) and Hesperos, the children of the dawn and twilight. In Hesiod, moreover, the planet is decomposed into two divine beings, two brothers — Eosphoros (the Lucifer of the Latins) the morning, and Hesperos, the evening star. They are the children of Astraios and Eos, the starry heaven and the dawn, as also of Kephalos and Eos . . .” (BCW 8:16). (BCW 8:5-6, 10-1, 18, 25, 27n)

every morning” (Lamentations 3:23) and continue

Every orthodox Brahmin is supposed to repeat this archaic hymn, at least mentally, at both his morning and evening religious devotions. An explanatory paraphrase, giving the inner meaning of the Gayatri is: O thou golden sun of most excellent splendor, illumine our hearts and fill our minds, so that we, recognizing our oneness with the divinity which is the heart of the universe, may see the pathway before our feet, and tread it to those distant goals of perfection stimulated by thine own radiant light.

film at 11 "jargon" (MIT, in parody of US TV newscasters) 1. Used in conversation to announce ordinary events, with a sarcastic implication that these events are earth-shattering. "{ITS} crashes; film at 11." "Bug found in scheduler; film at 11." 2. Also widely used outside MIT to indicate that additional information will be available at some future time, *without* the implication of anything particularly ordinary about the referenced event. For example, "The mail file server died this morning; we found garbage all over the root directory. Film at 11." would indicate that a major failure had occurred but that the people working on it have no additional information about it as yet; use of the phrase in this way suggests gently that the problem is liable to be fixed more quickly if the people doing the fixing can spend time doing the fixing rather than responding to questions, the answers to which will appear on the normal "11:00 news", if people will just be patient. [{Jargon File}] (1998-03-24)

foggy ::: superl. --> Filled or abounding with fog, or watery exhalations; misty; as, a foggy atmosphere; a foggy morning.
Beclouded; dull; obscure; as, foggy ideas.

forenoon ::: n. --> The early part of the day, from morning to meridian, or noon.

Frey, Freyr, Fro (Icelandic, Scandinavian) [from fro seed; Anglo-Saxon frea; Swedish frojda rejoice] The Norse god associated with the earth: in theosophy he represents the planetary chain whose soul-world (Alfhem) was his “teething gift in the morning of time.” Frey and his sister Freya, goddess of the planet Venus, are the children of Njord, the Norse Saturn-Chronos.

Gayatri or Savitri(Sanskrit) ::: A verse of the Rig-Veda (iii.62.10) which from immemorial time in India has been surroundedwith the attributes of quasi-divinity. The Sanskrit words of this verse are: Tat savitur varenyam bhargodevasya dhimahi, dhiyo yo nah prachodayat. Every orthodox Brahmana is supposed to repeat this archaichymn, at least mentally, at both his morning and evening religious exercises or devotions. A translationin explanatory paraphrase, giving the essential esoteric meaning of the Gayatri or Savitri, is thefollowing: "Oh thou golden sun of most excellent splendor, illumine our hearts and fill our minds, so thatwe, recognizing our oneness with the Divinity which is the heart of the universe, may see the pathwaybefore our feet, and tread it to those distant goals of perfection, stimulated by thine own radiant light."

glooming ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Gloom ::: n. --> Twilight (of morning or evening); the gloaming.

gweep /gweep/ To {hack}, usually at night, or one who does so. At {WPI}, from 1977 onward, gweeps could often be found at the College Computing Center punching cards or crashing the {PDP-10} or, later, the {DEC-20}. The term has survived the demise of those technologies, however, and is still alive in late 1991. "I'm going to go gweep for a while. See you in the morning." "I gweep from 8 PM till 3 AM during the week." "Gweep" originated as an onomatopeiac term, evoking the sound of the (once-ubiquitous) {Hazeltine 9000} terminals' bell on WPI campus. A gweep is one step above a {fweep}. [{Jargon File}] (1995-01-31)

gweep ::: /gweep/ To hack, usually at night, or one who does so. At WPI, from 1977 onward, gweeps could often be found at the College Computing Center punching cards or gweep for a while. See you in the morning. I gweep from 8 PM till 3 AM during the week.Gweep originated as an onomatopeiac term, evoking the sound of the (once-ubiquitous) Hazeltine 9000 terminals' bell on WPI campus.A gweep is one step above a fweep.[Jargon File] (1995-01-31)

Habitat ::: (networking, graphics) The original term for on-line graphical virtual communities or worlds. Created at Lucasfilm in 1985 by Randy Farmer and Chip Morningstar. . (1996-06-12)

Habitat "networking, graphics" The original term for on-line graphical {virtual communities} or worlds. Created at Lucasfilm in 1985 by Randy Farmer and Chip Morningstar. {(}. (1996-06-12)

handsel ::: n. --> A sale, gift, or delivery into the hand of another; especially, a sale, gift, delivery, or using which is the first of a series, and regarded as on omen for the rest; a first installment; an earnest; as the first money received for the sale of goods in the morning, the first money taken at a shop newly opened, the first present sent to a young woman on her wedding day, etc.
Price; payment.
To give a handsel to.

  “He never laid claim to spiritual powers, but proved to have a right to such claim. He used to pass into a dead trance from thirty-seven to forty-nine hours without awakening, and then knew all he had to know, and demonstrated the fact by prophesying futurity and never making a mistake. It is he who prophesied before the Kings Louis XV. and XVI., and the unfortunate Marie Antoinette. Many were the still-living witnesses in the first quarter of this century who testified to his marvellous memory; he could read a paper in the morning and, though hardly glancing at it, could repeat its contents without missing one word days afterwards; he could write with two hands at once, the right hand writing a piece of poetry, the left a diplomatic paper of the greatest importance. He read sealed letters without touching them, while still in the hand of those who brought them to him. He was the greatest adept in transmuting metals, making gold and the most marvellous diamonds, an art, he said, he had learned from certain Brahmans in India, who taught him the artificial crystallisation (‘quickening’) of pure carbon. As our Brother Kenneth Mackenzie has it: — ‘In 1780, when on a visit to the French Ambassador to the Hague, he broke to pieces with a hammer a superb diamond of his own manufacture, the counterpart of which, also manufactured by himself, he had just before sold to a jeweller for 5500 louis d’or.’ He was the friend and confidant of Count Orloff in 1772 at Vienna, whom he had helped and saved in St. Petersburg in 1762, when concerned in the famous political conspiracies of that time; he also became intimate with Frederick the Great of Prussia. As a matter of course, he had numerous enemies, and therefore it is not to be wondered at if all the gossip invented about him is now attributed to his own confessions: e.g., that he was over five hundred years old; also, that he claimed personal intimacy ‘with the Saviour and his twelve Apostles, and that he had reproved Peter for his bad temper’ — the latter clashing somewhat in point of time with the former, if he had really claimed to be only five hundred years old. If he said that ‘he had been born in Chaldea and professed to possess the secrets of the Egyptian magicians and sage,’ he may have spoken truth without making any miraculous claim. There are Initiates, and not the highest either, who are placed in a condition to remember more than one of their past lives. But we have good reason to know that St. Germain could never have claimed ‘personal intimacy’ with the Saviour. However that may be, Count St. Germain was certainly the greatest Oriental Adept Europe has seen during the last centuries. But Europe knew him not. Perchance some may recognise him at the next Terreur, which will affect all Europe when it comes, and not one country alone” (TG 308-9).

Hesperos (Greek) Venus as the evening star, brother of Eosphoros or Phosphoros (equivalent to the Roman Lucifer), the morning star, children of dawn and twilight. In Hesiod they are children of Astraios and Eos (starry heaven and dawn). Hesperos was glorified in early Christian and pagan bridal songs, and Blavatsky calls Hesperos the father of the Hesperides. (SD 1:386; BCW 8:16-8)

Hillel, Heilel (Hebrew) Hēilel [from hālal to shine] Shining brightly or gloriously; used in Isaiah (14:12), referring to the king of Babylon: “How art thou fallen from the heavens, Lucifer [Hillel], Son of the Morning, how art thou cast down unto the earth, thou who didst cast down the nations.” (BCW 8:27-8n)

Horus (Latin) Heru (Egyptian) Ḥeru [from ḥeru above] Egyptian deity associated with the sun god Ra, equivalent in certain respects to Apollo of the Greeks and, similarly, a slayer of a serpent. Originally two distinct deities were recognized: Heru-ur (Aroeris or Haroiri, Horus the Elder) and Heru-pa-khart (Harpocrates, Horus the Younger or Horus the Child). The older Horus was represented as the winged globe or solar disk, while the younger Horus represented the sun reborn each morning from the waters, carried on the lotus flower. But in later times the characteristics of the two were merged into one, and a further change was made from an original self-born deity to the mythological aspect of a holy child found in the triad Osiris-Isis-Horus — Father-Mother-Son. Thus the representations of Isis suckling the babe Horus are numerous. Each aspect of this god was represented in a different manner, yet all portrayed the deity as hawk-headed: the hieroglyph for Horus is a hawk.

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Huayan zhao. (J. Kegon wa asa; K. Hwaom cho 華嚴朝). In Chinese, "the morning [when] the Huayan [Jing was preached]"; the first half of a popular expression describing the two major stages in the teaching career of the Buddha. According to Chinese Huayan legend, immediately following his enlightenment, the Buddha initially preached the AVATAMSAKASuTRA, or Huayan jing. "Morning" in this expression thus refers to the early stage of the Buddha's preaching career, which was likened to the sun rising at dawn. This statement is typically followed by NIEPAN XI, "dusk [when] the MAHĀPARINIRVĀnASuTRA [was preached]," since, according to the same legend, the Buddha preached that scripture just before he passed away (PARINIRVĀnA)-a time that was likened to the sun setting at dusk.

improperia ::: n. pl. --> A series of antiphons and responses, expressing the sorrowful remonstrance of our Lord with his people; -- sung on the morning of the Good Friday in place of the usual daily Mass of the Roman ritual.

  (In later Hinduism) “The Preserver.” The second member of the Trimurti, along with Brahma the Creator and Shiva the Destroyer. 2. (In popular Hinduism) a deity believed to have descended from heaven to earth in several incarnations, or avatars, varying in number from nine to twenty-two, but always including animals. His most important human incarnation is the Krishna of the Bhagavad-Gita. 3. “The Pervader,” one of a half-dozen solar deities in the Rig-Veda, daily traversing the sky in three strides, morning, afternoon, and night.

In the Edda, Alfhem is the “teething gift” bestowed in the morning of time on the god Frey, the planetary deity, indwelling consciousness, or lord of our earth-system with all its components, so that Elf-home is the abode of souls on this sphere. The warriors of Odin on earth use the sword of Frey (the spiritual will) to do battle in the “giant world” of matter. Alfhem is to Frey as the human soul (elf) is to a human being.

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ipomoea ::: n. --> A genus of twining plants with showy monopetalous flowers, including the morning-glory, the sweet potato, and the cypress vine.

Ishtar, with Shamash and Sin (the life-force, the sun, and the moon), formed an important triad of divinities. In astronomy Ishtar was a name of the planet Venus — the double aspect of the goddess being made to correspond to the morning and evening star.

jalap ::: n. --> The tubers of the Mexican plant Ipomoea purga (or Exogonium purga), a climber much like the morning-glory. The abstract, extract, and powder, prepared from the tubers, are well known purgative medicines. Other species of Ipomoea yield several inferior kinds of jalap, as the I. Orizabensis, and I. tuberosa.

Janus (Latin) [from janua a gate] Oldest and most exalted of the Roman gods, he was called the oldest of the gods and the beginning of all things, the origin of all organic life and especially human life; from him sprang all wells and rivers, and he had power also on the seas. He had no Greek counterpart, and may originally have been a god of sun and light, who opened and closed the day; later he was especially the god of beginnings and endings, such as the closing and opening of cycles, symbolized in his statues by his having two faces, one before and one behind, visioning the future and the past; also of all doors, entrances, and passages, he being pictured as a porter with a staff and key. He was saluted every morning, at the beginning of all the months (calends), and at the first of the year. When the Romans began their year near the winter solstice (153 BC), they called the month Januarius, the month of Janus, as the end of one cycle and the beginning of another. They connected the name Janus with Dianus, one aspect of the divine sun, whose feminine is Diana, the moon.

Khepera (Egyptian) Kheperȧ [from kheper to become, be born, arise into manifestation] Originally one of three aspects of the sun: “I am Khepera in the morning, and Ra at noon-day, and Temu in the evening.” Later each of these aspects developed into a separate deity. Khepera was the god of regeneration and development in growth, a spiritual power regulating reimbodiments and transmigrations and the deity presiding over the Egyptian form of the creation, where he is the only thing in existence besides the watery abyss, Nu. The deity of the universe, Nebertcher (a form of Ra) says: “I am he who came into being in the form of the god Khepera,” the hieroglyphic text representing the word by the scarab surmounted by a circle. The universe, then, is but the re-manifestation of a previous universe: the scarab standing for rebirth and regeneration, and the circle for karmic destiny in the universe as containing the seeds of life, brought into activity through reimbodiment or rebirth. The primeval deities Shu and Tefnut were brought forth by Khepera, who was the developer of everything which comes into manifested being from latency. In The Book of the Dead Khepera is called the father of the gods.

King’s Chamber (Pyramid of Cheops) An initiation chamber and holy of holies of the Egyptian Mysteries, a symbol of the womb of nature and of regeneration through rebirth. “On the days of the Mysteries of Initiation, the candidate, representing the solar god, had to descend into the Sarcophagus, and represent the energizing ray, entering into the fecund womb of Nature. Emerging from it on the following morning, he typified the resurrection of life after the change called Death. In the great Mysteries his figurative death lasted two days, when with the Sun he arose on the third morning, after a last night of the most cruel trials. While the postulant represented the Sun — the all-vivifying Orb that ‘resurrects’ every morning but to impart life to all — the Sarcophagus was symbolic of the female principle” (SD 2:462; cf. SD 2:466&n). See also INITIATION

levee ::: n. --> The act of rising.
A morning assembly or reception of visitors, -- in distinction from a soiree, or evening assembly; a matinee; hence, also, any general or somewhat miscellaneous gathering of guests, whether in the daytime or evening; as, the president&

Lif and Lifthrasir (Icelandic) [from lif to live, live on, remain (when others are gone on); lifthrasir tough, hard to kill from thrasir sturdy one] Life, and survival; in the Norse Edda, the enduring life principles of the human race which live on after the end of the world, “concealed in the memory hoard of the sun (Hoddmimir’s holt): morning dew is their food, and from them will be born ages to come” — when the world is reborn.

liuyu. (J. rokuyu; K. yugyu 六喩). In Chinese, "six similes," referring to six analogies employed to illustrate the unreality and illusory nature of all DHARMAs, the locus classicus of which appears in the VAJRACCHEDIKĀPRAJNĀPĀRAMITĀSuTRA ("Diamond Sutra"). The existence of all mundane and supramundane dharmas (including NIRVĀnA and buddhahood) is said to be as evanescent as a "dream," a "phantasm," a "bubble," a "shadow," "morning dew," and "lightning." These similes appear frequently throughout MAHĀYĀNA Buddhist literature. See AstAMĀYOPĀMA.

Lucifer: In medieval occultism, the name of the devil conceived of as a fallen angel. In classical astronomy and astrology, the name of the planet Venus when appearing in the morning before the sun.

Lucifer (Latin) Light-bringer [cf Greek Phosphoros; or Eosphoros dawn-bringer]; the planet Venus, the morning star. Lucifer is light bringer to earth, not only physically as the brightest of the planets, but in a mystical sense also. In mysticism he is the chief of those minor powers or logoi who are said to rebel against high heaven and to be cast down to the bottomless pit — the so-called war in heaven and the fall of the angels. This allegory is found also in the legend concerning Prometheus, in the Hindu Mahasura who rebels against Brahma and is cast by Siva into patala, and in the Scandinavian Loki. In the cyclic sweep of evolution, spirit has first to descend or become involved in differentiation and in the worlds of matter, so that worlds and beings may be brought forth and evolved. The logoi who thus bring the light may allegorically be said, like Prometheus, to steal the fire, and their assertion of divine free will may be construed into an act of evolutionary rebellion; yet such is their karmic function as well as duty.

lucifer ::: n. --> The planet Venus, when appearing as the morning star; -- applied in Isaiah by a metaphor to a king of Babylon.
Hence, Satan.
A match made of a sliver of wood tipped with a combustible substance, and ignited by friction; -- called also lucifer match, and locofoco. See Locofoco.
A genus of free-swimming macruran Crustacea, having a slender body and long appendages.

Madhav: “Morning star, the star before the morning of new creation.” The Book of the Divine Mother

Mahākāsyapa. (P. Mahākassapa; T. 'Od srung chen po; C. Mohejiashe; J. Makakasho; K. Mahagasop 摩訶迦葉). Sanskrit name of one of the Buddha's leading disciples, regarded as foremost in the observance of ascetic practices (P. DHUTAnGA; S. dhutaguna). According to the Pāli accounts (where he is called Mahākassapa) his personal name was Pipphali and he was born to a brāhmana family in MAGADHA. Even as a child he was inclined toward renunciation and as a youth refused to marry. Finally, to placate his parents, he agreed to marry a woman matching in beauty a statue he had fashioned. His parents found a match in Bhaddā Kapilānī (S. BHADRA-KAPILĀNĪ), a beautiful maiden from Sāgala. But she likewise was inclined toward renunciation. Both sets of parents foiled their attempts to break off the engagement, so in the end they were wed but resolved not to consummate their marriage. Pipphali owned a vast estate with fertile soil, but one day he witnessed worms eaten by birds turned up by his plowman. Filled with pity for the creatures and fearful that he was ultimately to blame, he resolved then and there to renounce the world. At the same time, Bhaddā witnessed insects eaten by crows as they scurried among sesame seeds put out to dry. Feeling pity and fear at the sight, she also resolved to renounce the world. Realizing they were of like mind, Pipphali and Bhaddā put on the yellow robes of mendicants and abandoned their property. Although they left together, they parted ways lest they prove a hindrance to one another. Realizing what had transpired, the Buddha sat along Pipphali's path and showed himself resplendent with yogic power. Upon seeing the Buddha, Pipphali, whose name thenceforth became Kassapa, immediately recognized him as his teacher and was ordained. Traveling to Rājagaha (S. RĀJAGṚHA) with the Buddha, Mahākassapa requested to exchange his fine robe for the rag robe of the Buddha. The Buddha consented, and his conferral of his own rag robe on Mahākassapa was taken as a sign that, after the Buddha's demise, Mahākassapa would preside over the convention of the first Buddhist council (see COUNCIL, FIRST). Upon receiving the Buddha's robe, he took up the observance of thirteen ascetic practices (dhutanga) and in eight days became an arahant (S. ARHAT). Mahākassapa possessed great supranormal powers (P. iddhi; S. ṚDDHI) and was second only to the Buddha in his mastery of meditative absorption (P. JHĀNA; S. DHYĀNA). His body was said to be adorned with seven of the thirty-two marks of a superman (MAHĀPURUsALAKsAnA). So revered by the gods was he, that at the Buddha's funeral, the divinities would not allow the funeral pyre to be lit until Mahākassapa arrived and had one last chance to worship the Buddha's body. Mahākassapa seems to have been the most powerful monk after the death of the Buddha and is considered by some schools to have been the Buddha's successor as the first in a line of teachers (dharmācārya). He is said to have called and presided over the first Buddhist council, which he convened after the Buddha's death to counter the heresy of the wicked monk SUBHADRA (P. Subhadda). Before the council began, he demanded that ĀNANDA become an arhat in order to participate, which Ānanda finally did early in the morning just before the event. At the council, he questioned Ānanda and UPĀLI about what should be included in the SuTRA and VINAYA collections (PItAKA), respectively. He also chastised Ānanda for several deeds of commission and omission, including his entreaty of the Buddha to allow women to enter the order (see MAHĀPRAJĀPATĪ), his allowing the tears of women to fall on the Buddha's corpse, his stepping on the robe of the Buddha while mending it, his failure to recall which minor monastic rules the Buddha said could be ignored after his death, and his failure to ask the Buddha to live for an eon or until the end of the eon (see CĀPĀLACAITYA). Pāli sources make no mention of Mahākassapa after the events of the first council, although the Sanskrit AsOKĀVADĀNA notes that he passed away beneath three hills where his body will remain uncorrupted until the advent of the next buddha, MAITREYA. At that time, his body will reanimate itself and hand over to Maitreya the rag robe of sĀKYAMUNI, thus passing on the dispensation of the buddhas. It is said that the robe will be very small, barely fitting over the finger of the much larger Maitreya. ¶ Like many of the great arhats, Mahākāsyapa appears frequently in the MAHĀYĀNA sutras, sometimes merely listed as a member of the audience, sometimes playing a more significant role. In the VIMALAKĪRTINIRDEsA, he is one of the sRĀVAKA disciples who is reluctant to visit Vimalakīrti. In the SADDHARMAPUndARĪKASuTRA, he is one of four arhats who understands the parable of the burning house and rejoices in the teaching of a single vehicle (EKAYĀNA); later in the sutra, the Buddha prophesies his eventual attainment of buddhahood. Mahākāsyapa is a central figure in the CHAN schools of East Asia. In the famous Chan story in which the Buddha conveys his enlightenment by simply holding up a flower before the congregation and smiling subtly (see NIANHUA WEIXIAO), it is only Mahākāsyapa who understands the Buddha's intent, making him the first recipient of the Buddha's "mind-to-mind" transmission (YIXIN CHUANXIN). He is thus considered the first patriarch (ZUSHI) of the Chan school.

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.

Marīcī. (T. 'Od zer can ma; C. Molizhi; J. Marishi; K. Mariji 摩利支). In Sanskrit and Pāli, lit. "Shining," or "Mirage"; proper name of the Indian goddess of the morning sun, who was adopted into the Buddhist pantheon. Marīcī rides a chariot drawn by seven pigs; her charioteer is Rāhu. She is depicted with three faces and eight hands, either in her chariot or simply standing on the back of a sow. In tantric Buddhism, Marīcī is the consort of VAIROCANA, although she is rarely shown in sexual union with him. Due to her porcine steeds, in Nepal and Tibet she is sometimes confused with VAJRAVĀRĀHĪ. Under the name Asokakāntā, she is also an attendant of TĀRĀ.

matinal ::: a. --> Relating to the morning, or to matins; matutinal.

matin ::: n. --> Morning.
Morning worship or service; morning prayers or songs.
Time of morning service; the first canonical hour in the Roman Catholic Church. ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to the morning, or to matins; used in the

matutinal ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to the morning; early.

moonflower ::: n. --> The oxeye daisy; -- called also moon daisy.
A kind of morning glory (Ipomoea Bona-nox) with large white flowers opening at night.

morne ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to the morn; morning.
Without teeth, tongue, or claws; -- said of a lion represented heraldically. ::: n. --> A ring fitted upon the head of a lance to prevent wounding an adversary in tilting.

Morning of Christ’s Nativity,” Milton speaks of

Morning Star Astronomically, any star which rises after midnight, although referring particularly to Jupiter and especially Venus as the herald of the morning sun. Occasionally used in theosophical literature as bearing upon the duality in nature, when associated with the evening star, with especial application to higher and lower human nature. See also LUCIFER

morn ::: n. --> The first part of the day; the morning; -- used chiefly in poetry.

morrow ::: n. --> Morning.
The next following day; the day subsequent to any day specified or understood.
The day following the present; to-morrow.

morwening ::: n. --> Morning.

Nāgasena. (T. Klu sde; C. Naxian biqiu/Naqiexina; J. Nasen biku/Nagasaina; K. Nason pigu/Nagasona 那先比丘/那伽犀那). The Sanskrit and Pāli name for an eminent ARHAT celebrated in the Pāli MILINDAPANHA and the Sanskrit Nāgasenabhiksusutra (which may derive from a Bactrian SARVĀSTIVĀDA textual lineage) for his discussions on Buddhist doctrine with the Bactrian Greek king Menander (P. Milinda). Although Nāgasena was not born into a Buddhist family, he was destined to come to the aid of the Buddha's religion in fulfillment of a promise he had made in his previous existence as a divinity in the TRĀYASTRIMsA heaven. Thus, according to the Pāli account, he was born into a brāhmana family in the Himalayas and became well versed in the Vedas at an early age. King Milinda was harassing the Buddhist order by skillfully disputing points of doctrine and defeating Buddhist representatives in debate. To counter this threat, the elder Assagutta summoned the monk Rohana, and charged him with the task of converting Nāgasena, convincing him to join the order and training him so that he might vanquish King Milinda and convert him to Buddhism. Rohana visited Nāgasena's house for seven years and ten months before receiving so much as a greeting from his proud brāhmana father. Finally, impressed by the monk's demeanor, Nāgasena's father became his patron and invited him daily for his morning meal. After Nāgasena was sufficiently educated in Vedic lore, Rohana engaged him in discussions and convinced him of the veracity of the Buddha's teachings. Nāgasena entered the order under Rohana who, as his preceptor, taught him ABHIDHAMMA (S. ABHIDHARMA). One day, Nāgasena, having inherited his father's pride, questioned the intelligence of his teacher. Rohana, an arhat endowed with the power to read others' minds, rebuked Nāgasena for his arrogance. Nāgasena begged forgiveness, but Rohana would grant it only if Nāgasena defeated King Milinda in debate. Thereafter, Nāgasena was sent to the Vattaniya hermitage to train under Assagutta and while there achieved stream-entry (SROTAĀPANNA). He was then sent to PĀtALIPUTRA to study under the elder Dhammarakkhita, where he attained arhatship. At the appropriate time, Nāgasena, who was then widely renowned for his erudition, was invited to Milinda's kingdom. There, in the Sankheyya hermitage, Nāgasena engaged King Milinda in discussion on various points of doctrine, at the end of which the king took refuge in the three jewels (RATNATRAYA) and became a lay disciple in the Buddha's religion. Scholars are uncertain whether such a dialogue ever took place. There was indeed a famous king named Menander (Milinda in Indian sources) who ruled over a large region that encompassed parts of modern India, Pakistan, and Afghanistan during the middle of the second century BCE. There is, however, no historical evidence of Nāgasena. The text itself was probably composed or compiled around the beginning of the Common Era and marks some of the earliest abhidharma-style exchanges found in the literature. ¶ A different Nāgasena (corresponding to the second of the two Chinese transcriptions in the entry heading) is also traditionally listed as twelfth of the sixteen ARHAT elders (sOdAsASTHAVIRA), charged by the Buddha with protecting his dispensation until the advent of the next buddha, MAITREYA. East Asian sources claim that he resides on Bandubo Mountain with twelve hundred disciples. He is often depicted in paintings as cleaning his ears, earning him the nickname "Ear-Picking Arhat" (Wa'er Luohan). In CHANYUE GUANXIU's standard Chinese depiction, Nāgasena sits leaning on a rock, with large nose and deep-set eyes, staring ahead in anger. He has a high forehead and a hump on his back. His mouth is open with his tongue exposed. He supports his chin with his fists.

Nakulapitṛ and Nakulamātṛ. (P. Nakulapitā and Nakulamātā; T. Ne'u le'i pha, Ne'u le'i ma; C. Nayouluo fu, Nuoguluo zhangzhe mu; J. Naura fu, Nakora choja mo; K. Naura pu, Nakkora changja mo 那憂羅父, 諾酤羅長者母). In Sanskrit, "Nakula's Father" and "Nakula's Mother"; lay followers of the Buddha, declared by him to be foremost among laypersons who are intimate companions. According to the Pāli account, they were a married couple who lived in the village of SuMsumāragiri in Bhagga country. Once on a visit to their village, the Buddha was staying at a grove called Bhesakalāvana. The couple went to pay their respects and, upon seeing the Buddha, immediately fell at his feet, calling him their son and asking why he had been away so long. This spontaneous reaction was a consequence of their past existences: for five hundred lifetimes they had been the Buddha's parents, and for many more lives they were his close relatives. The Buddha preached to them, and they immediately became stream-enterers (sotāpanna; S. SROTAĀPANNA). Once when Nakulapitā was gravely ill, he began to fret about the fate of his wife and family, should he die. Nakulamātā, noticing his condition, consoled him in such a way that his anxiety was removed and he recovered his health. Later, he recounted what had transpired to the Buddha, who congratulated him on his wife's good qualities. Nakulapitā's conversations with the Buddha are recorded in the Pāli SAMYUTTANIKĀYA. The Buddha again visited their village many years later when the couple was old. They invited him to their home for his morning meal. There, they related to him their devotion to one another and asked for a teaching that would keep them together through their future lives. It was on the basis of this discussion that the Buddha declared Nakulapitā and Nakulamātā foremost among those who live intimately. In a former life, Nakulapitā had resolved to attain this type of preeminence: during the time of the buddha Padumuttara, as a householder in the city of HaMsavatī, he overheard the Buddha praise a lay couple for their intimacy.

Nandaka. (T. Dga' byed; C. Nantuojia; J. Nandaka; K. Nandaga 難陀迦). In Sanskrit and Pāli, "Pleasing"; an ARHAT declared by the Buddha to be foremost among monk disciples who preach to nuns. According to the Pāli account, Nandaka was born into a rich family of merchants dwelling in Sāvatthi (S. sRĀVASTĪ). He entered the order on the same day that Anāthapindika (S. ANĀTHAPIndADA) donated the JETAVANA grove to the Buddha after hearing him preach. Nandaka practiced meditation and soon attained insight and became an ARHAT. Once, the Buddha requested that he preach to a large gathering of nuns, who had entered the order with Mahāpajāpatī (S. MAHĀPRAJĀPATĪ). He was hesitant when he recognized that they had been his wives in a previous life, when he had been a king. Fearing criticism from his fellows, he sent another monk as his substitute. The Buddha insisted that he preach, however, for he knew that only a sermon by Nandaka could lead the nuns to liberation. On the first day of his discourse, all in attendance became stream-enterers (P. sotāpanna; S. SROTAĀPANNA), and on the second day, five hundred became arhats. It was because of his great skill on this occasion that Nandaka earned a reputation for being preeminent in preaching. In one sermon attributed to him, Nandaka addressed a group of monks gathered in a waiting hall at Jetavana monastery. His voice attracted the Buddha, who listened the entire night from outside, because the door was locked. When he entered the hall the next morning, Nandaka begged forgiveness for having made him wait, but the Buddha only praised Nandaka for the quality of his sermon, stating that it was the duty of all good monks to give such exhortations.

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Niepan xi. (J. Nehan wa yu; K. Yolban sok 涅槃夕). In Chinese, "dusk [when] the MAHĀPARINIRVĀnASuTRA [was preached]"; the second part of an expression that describes the two major stages in the teaching career of the Buddha. According to Chinese legend, the Buddha preached this scripture just before his ultimate demise (PARINIRVĀnA)-a period that was likened to the sun setting at dusk. This statement is typically preceded by HUAYAN ZHAO, "the morning [when] HUAYAN [was preached]," since, according to the HUAYAN ZONG, in the days immediately following his enlightenment, the Buddha initially preached the AVATAMSAKASuTRA, or Huayan jing. "Morning" refers to the earliest stage of the Buddha's preaching career, which was likened to the sun rising at dawn.

Ninib (Babylonian) A Chaldean deity originally with solar attributes, especially prominent at Shirgulla, where he was closely associated with Bel and regarded as his son. In hymns he is described as a healing god who releases men from illness. But he was also classed as a god of war, and represented as armed for the chase. The aspect stressed was the sun at the morning and the springtime season, showering beneficence upon mankind.

Nityasarga: Daily creation; awakening of the individual in the morning.

Nogah (Hebrew, Chaldean) Nogah [from nāgah to give light, shine, illuminate] Shining brightness, splendor, used for the light of the sun, moon, and stars; also applied to Lucifer the light-bringer — the shining morning star Venus. Used sometimes to signify the glory by which God is surrounded.

Nolini: “Morning star—Venus, Goddess of Love—embodying new Creation. Mother India—Nolini’s reply to a question from Huta.

nutation ::: n. --> The act of nodding.
A very small libratory motion of the earth&

nut ::: Nut Usually depicted nude, her body made of stars arching over the world, she is the Egyptian Goddess of the sky who swallowed the sun each evening and gave birth to it each morning. In Thelemic practice, Nut revealed herself to Aleister Crowley in her manifestation as Nuit (see the Book of the Law).

O Lucifer, son of the morning,” an apostrophe

Originally it was described as the abode of the night-sun, through which the sun god Ra passed during the night, only to arise renewed in the morning. “What is the Tiaou The frequent allusion to it in the ‘Book of the Dead’ contains a mystery. Tiaou is the path of the Night Sun, the inferior hemisphere, or the infernal region of the Egyptians, placed by them on the concealed side of the moon. The human being, in their exotericism, came out from the moon (a triple mystery — astronomical, physiological, and psychical at once); he crossed the whole cycle of existence and then returned to his birth-place before issuing from it again. Thus the defunct is shown arriving in the West, receiving his judgment before Osiris, resurrecting as the god Horus, and circling round the sidereal heavens, which is an allegorical assimilation to Ra, the Sun; then having crossed the Noot (the celestial abyss), returning once more to Tiaou: an assimilation to Osiris, who, as the God of life and reproduction, inhabits the moon” (SD 1:227-8).

phosphor ::: n. --> Phosphorus.
The planet Venus, when appearing as the morning star; Lucifer.

Phosphorus (Greek) phosphoros. Light-bringing; equivalent of Latin Lucifer (the morning star; a torchbearer, e.g., Hecate, a form of the moon). Satan, according to Christian legend, was once Phosphorus, the redeemer. Also a personified aspect of the astral fire and light in the anima mundi. Eliphas Levi speaks of the interior phosphorus, meaning the astral light.

phosphorus ::: n. --> The morning star; Phosphor.
A poisonous nonmetallic element of the nitrogen group, obtained as a white, or yellowish, translucent waxy substance, having a characteristic disagreeable smell. It is very active chemically, must be preserved under water, and unites with oxygen even at ordinary temperatures, giving a faint glow, -- whence its name. It always occurs compined, usually in phosphates, as in the mineral apatite, in bones, etc. It is used in the composition on the tips of friction matches, and

phylactery ::: n. --> Any charm or amulet worn as a preservative from danger or disease.
A small square box, made either of parchment or of black calfskin, containing slips of parchment or vellum on which are written the scriptural passages Exodus xiii. 2-10, and 11-17, Deut. vi. 4-9, 13-22. They are worn by Jews on the head and left arm, on week-day mornings, during the time of prayer.
Among the primitive Christians, a case in which the

Pilindavatsa. (P. Pilindavaccha; T. Pi lin da ba tsa; C. Bilingqie Pocuo; J. Hitsuryogabasha; K. P'illŭngga Pach'a 畢陵伽婆蹉). An eminent ARHAT declared by the Buddha foremost among monk disciples who are beloved of the gods. According to the Pāli account, he was born to a brāhmana family named Vaccha (S. Vatsa) in the city of Sāvatthi (S. sRĀVASTĪ); Pilinda was his personal name. Pilinda became a hermit and mastered the magical science called cula (or "lesser") gandhāravijjā, which allowed him to make himself invisible and walk through walls. However, in the presence of the Buddha the science was ineffective. Believing the Buddha to have canceled out his power through a mastery of mahā (or "greater") gandhāravijjā (the ability to read the minds of others and fly through the air), he entered the order to learn the Buddha's science. The Buddha instructed him in meditation, by means of which Pilinda became an arhat. In a previous existence, Pilinda had been a righteous ruler who had led many of his subjects to a heavenly rebirth. As a consequence, many of his former subjects, now divinities (DEVA), waited upon Pilinda morning and evening in gratitude. It is for this reason that he earned distinction as the disciple most beloved of the gods. Pilinda had the unfortunate habit of addressing everyone he met with the derogatory epithet of vasala, meaning outcaste. The Buddha explained that this was because he had been born an outcaste for a hundred lives. Once Pilinda inquired of a passerby carrying a bowl of peppers, "What is in the bowl, vasala?" Insulted, the passerby said, "rat dung," whereupon the peppers turned to rat dung. The passerby begged Pilinda to return the contents to their original state, which he did using his powers. Pilinda used his extraordinary powers on several other occasions. Once, he created a crown of gold for an impoverished girl so that her family could partake of a feast day; on another occasion he rescued two girls who had been kidnapped by robbers and returned them to their family. The involvement with females prompted some of his fellow monks to blame him for impropriety, but the Buddha ruled that no misdeed had been committed. He figures in several MAHĀYĀNA sutras, being mentioned as a member of the audience of the SADDHARMAPUndARĪKASuTRA and appearing in the *suRAMGAMASuTRA.

pindapāta. (T. bsod snyoms; C. qishi; J. kotsujiki; K. kolsik 乞食). In Sanskrit and Pāli, "alms food" (or, according to other etymologies, "alms bowl"); the food received in the alms bowl (S. PĀTRA; P. patta) of a monk or nun; by extension, the "alms round" that monks and nuns make each morning to accept alms from the laity. There are numerous rules found in all Buddhist traditions concerning the proper ways of receiving and consuming alms food. In the Pāli VINAYA, for example, this food must be received and consumed between dawn and noon and may consist of five types: cooked rice, baked or roasted flour, pulse and rice, fish, and meat. The monk may not, on his own initiative, intimate to the donor that he desires food or a specific kind of food; indeed, the monk makes little if any acknowledgement of receiving the food, but simply accepts whatever is offered and continues along his route. In East Asia, and especially Japan, TAKUHATSU, lit., "carrying the bowl," is often conducted by a small group of monks who walk through the streets with walking staffs (KHAKKHARA) and bells that alert residents of their presence. Because East Asian Buddhism was generally a self-sufficient cenobitic tradition that did not depend on alms food for daily meals, monks on alms round would typically receive money or uncooked rice in their bowls as offerings from the laity. The alms round was one of the principal points of interaction between monastic and lay Buddhists, and theirs was a symbiotic relationship: monks and nuns would receive their sustenance from the laity by accepting their offerings, the laity would have the opportunity to generate merit (PUnYA) for themselves and their families by making offerings (DĀNA) to the monastics. Indeed, one of the most severe penalties the SAMGHA can administer to the laity is to refuse their donations; this act of censure is called "overturning the bowl" (see PĀTRANIKUBJANA).

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Prema Nandakumar: “The title itself, at any rate to Hindu ears, is charged with untold significance. A very gem of a title, Savitri has a self-sufficing beauty of its own; trisyllabic, trinitarian, a union of light, strength and silence, three circles radiating from one centre, Love. Again, ‘Savitri’, being the other name of the holiest and hoariest of the Vedic mantras—the Gayatri—which for some thousands of years Hindus have chanted morning, noon and evening, at once starts psychic vibrations of incommensurable potency.” A Study of Savitri

Priestly Blessing :::
The three verses blessing Israel (Numbers 6:24-26) recited daily by the Priests in the Temple as part of the morning liturgy.

Raga A pattern of notes in Indian music that when combined have a certain emotional value. There are different ragas for every moment of the day, morning, noon and evening.

Rāstrapāla. (P. Ratthapāla; T. Yul 'khor skyong; C. Laizhaheluo; J. Raitawara; K. Noet'ahwara 賴羅). In Sanskrit, an eminent ARHAT declared by the Buddha to be foremost among his monk disciples who renounced the world through faith. According to the Pāli account, he was born in Kuru as the son of a wealthy counselor who had inherited the treasure of a destroyed kingdom. He lived with his wives amid great luxury in his father's house in the township of Thullakotthita. He went to listen to the Buddha preach when the latter was visiting his city and decided at once to renounce the world and become a monk in the Buddha's dispensation. His parents refused to give their permission until he threatened to starve himself to death. They agreed on the condition that he return to visit their house as a monk. After his ordination, Rāstrapāla accompanied the Buddha to sRĀVASTĪ (P. Sāvatthi) and there, through assiduous practice, attained arhatship. Having received the Buddha's permission, Rāstrapāla resolved to fulfill his promise to his parents and returned to Thullakotthita, where he lived in the park of the Kuru king. On his alms round the next morning, he stopped at entrance of his parents' house. His father did not recognize him and mistook him for one of the monks who had enticed his son to abandon his home. He cursed Rāstrapāla and ordered him away. But a servant girl recognized him and offered him the stale rice she was about to throw away and then announced his true identity to his father. His father, filled with joy and hope at seeing his son, invited him to receive his morning meal at his home the next day. When he returned at the appointed time, Rāstrapāla's father tried to tempt him to return to the lay life with a vulgar display of the family's wealth and the beauty of his former wives. They taunted him about the celestial maidens for whose sake he had renounced the world. They fainted in disappointment when he addressed them as "sisters" in reply. At the end of his meal, he preached to his family about the impermanence of conditioned things, the uselessness of wealth, and the enticing trap of physical beauty. But even then they were not convinced, and it is said that Rāstrapāla flew through the air to return to his abode after his father bolted the doors to keep him at home and had servants try to remove his robes and dress him in the garb of a layman.

Real Programmers Don't Use Pascal ::: (humour) Back in the good old days - the Golden Era of computers, it was easy to separate the men from the boys (sometimes called Real Men and out that Real Men don't relate to anything, and aren't afraid of being impersonal.)But, as usual, times change. We are faced today with a world in which little old ladies can get computers in their microwave ovens, 12-year-old kids can blow danger of becoming extinct, of being replaced by high-school students with TRASH-80s.There is a clear need to point out the differences between the typical high-school junior Pac-Man player and a Real Programmer. If this difference is why it would be a mistake to replace the Real Programmers on their staff with 12-year-old Pac-Man players (at a considerable salary savings).LANGUAGESThe easiest way to tell a Real Programmer from the crowd is by the programming language he (or she) uses. Real Programmers use Fortran. Quiche Eaters use need all these abstract concepts to get their jobs done - they are perfectly happy with a keypunch, a Fortran IV compiler, and a beer.Real Programmers do List Processing in Fortran.Real Programmers do String Manipulation in Fortran.Real Programmers do Accounting (if they do it at all) in Fortran.Real Programmers do Artificial Intelligence programs in Fortran.If you can't do it in Fortran, do it in assembly language. If you can't do it in assembly language, it isn't worth doing.STRUCTURED PROGRAMMINGThe academics in computer science have gotten into the structured programming rut over the past several years. They claim that programs are more easily in the world won't help you solve a problem like that - it takes actual talent. Some quick observations on Real Programmers and Structured Programming:Real Programmers aren't afraid to use GOTOs.Real Programmers can write five-page-long DO loops without getting confused.Real Programmers like Arithmetic IF statements - they make the code more interesting.Real Programmers write self-modifying code, especially if they can save 20 nanoseconds in the middle of a tight loop.Real Programmers don't need comments - the code is obvious.Since Fortran doesn't have a structured IF, REPEAT ... UNTIL, or CASE statement, Real Programmers don't have to worry about not using them. Besides, they can be simulated when necessary using assigned GOTOs.Data Structures have also gotten a lot of press lately. Abstract Data Types, Structures, Pointers, Lists, and Strings have become popular in certain circles. Languages, as we all know, have implicit typing based on the first letter of the (six character) variable name.OPERATING SYSTEMSWhat kind of operating system is used by a Real Programmer? CP/M? God forbid - CP/M, after all, is basically a toy operating system. Even little old ladies and grade school students can understand and use CP/M.Unix is a lot more complicated of course - the typical Unix hacker never can remember what the PRINT command is called this week - but when it gets right systems: they send jokes around the world on UUCP-net and write adventure games and research papers.No, your Real Programmer uses OS 370. A good programmer can find and understand the description of the IJK305I error he just got in his JCL manual. A great outstanding programmer can find bugs buried in a 6 megabyte core dump without using a hex calculator. (I have actually seen this done.)OS is a truly remarkable operating system. It's possible to destroy days of work with a single misplaced space, so alertness in the programming staff is people claim there is a Time Sharing system that runs on OS 370, but after careful study I have come to the conclusion that they were mistaken.PROGRAMMING TOOLSWhat kind of tools does a Real Programmer use? In theory, a Real Programmer could run his programs by keying them into the front panel of the computer. Back the first operating system for the CDC7600 in on the front panel from memory when it was first powered on. Seymore, needless to say, is a Real Programmer.One of my favorite Real Programmers was a systems programmer for Texas Instruments. One day he got a long distance call from a user whose system had includes a keypunch and lineprinter in his toolkit, he can get along with just a front panel and a telephone in emergencies.In some companies, text editing no longer consists of ten engineers standing in line to use an 029 keypunch. In fact, the building I work in doesn't contain a system is called SmallTalk, and would certainly not talk to the computer with a mouse.Some of the concepts in these Xerox editors have been incorporated into editors running on more reasonably named operating systems - Emacs and VI being two. The the Real Programmer wants a you asked for it, you got it text editor - complicated, cryptic, powerful, unforgiving, dangerous. TECO, to be precise.It has been observed that a TECO command sequence more closely resembles transmission line noise than readable text [4]. One of the more entertaining will probably destroy your program, or even worse - introduce subtle and mysterious bugs in a once working subroutine.For this reason, Real Programmers are reluctant to actually edit a program that is close to working. They find it much easier to just patch the binary object Programmer to do the job - no Quiche Eating structured programmer would even know where to start. This is called job security.Some programming tools NOT used by Real Programmers:Fortran preprocessors like MORTRAN and RATFOR. The Cuisinarts of programming - great for making Quiche. See comments above on structured programming.Source language debuggers. Real Programmers can read core dumps.Compilers with array bounds checking. They stifle creativity, destroy most of the interesting uses for EQUIVALENCE, and make it impossible to modify the operating system code with negative subscripts. Worst of all, bounds checking is inefficient.Source code maintenance systems. A Real Programmer keeps his code locked up in a card file, because it implies that its owner cannot leave his important programs unguarded [5].THE REAL PROGRAMMER AT WORKWhere does the typical Real Programmer work? What kind of programs are worthy of the efforts of so talented an individual? You can be sure that no Real or sorting mailing lists for People magazine. A Real Programmer wants tasks of earth-shaking importance (literally!).Real Programmers work for Los Alamos National Laboratory, writing atomic bomb simulations to run on Cray I supercomputers.Real Programmers work for the National Security Agency, decoding Russian transmissions.It was largely due to the efforts of thousands of Real Programmers working for NASA that our boys got to the moon and back before the Russkies.Real Programmers are at work for Boeing designing the operating systems for cruise missiles.Some of the most awesome Real Programmers of all work at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in California. Many of them know the entire operating system of the bytes of unused memory in a Voyager spacecraft that searched for, located, and photographed a new moon of Jupiter.The current plan for the Galileo spacecraft is to use a gravity assist trajectory past Mars on the way to Jupiter. This trajectory passes within 80 +/-3 kilometers of the surface of Mars. Nobody is going to trust a Pascal program (or a Pascal programmer) for navigation to these tolerances.As you can tell, many of the world's Real Programmers work for the U.S. Government - mainly the Defense Department. This is as it should be. Recently, programmers and Quiche Eaters alike.) Besides, the determined Real Programmer can write Fortran programs in any language.The Real Programmer might compromise his principles and work on something slightly more trivial than the destruction of life as we know it, providing Fortran, so there are a fair number of people doing graphics in order to avoid having to write COBOL programs.THE REAL PROGRAMMER AT PLAYGenerally, the Real Programmer plays the same way he works - with computers. He is constantly amazed that his employer actually pays him to do what he would be breath of fresh air and a beer or two. Some tips on recognizing Real Programmers away from the computer room:At a party, the Real Programmers are the ones in the corner talking about operating system security and how to get around it.At a football game, the Real Programmer is the one comparing the plays against his simulations printed on 11 by 14 fanfold paper.At the beach, the Real Programmer is the one drawing flowcharts in the sand.At a funeral, the Real Programmer is the one saying Poor George, he almost had the sort routine working before the coronary.In a grocery store, the Real Programmer is the one who insists on running the cans past the laser checkout scanner himself, because he never could trust keypunch operators to get it right the first time.THE REAL PROGRAMMER'S NATURAL HABITATWhat sort of environment does the Real Programmer function best in? This is an important question for the managers of Real Programmers. Considering the amount of money it costs to keep one on the staff, it's best to put him (or her) in an environment where he can get his work done.The typical Real Programmer lives in front of a computer terminal. Surrounding this terminal are:Listings of all programs the Real Programmer has ever worked on, piled in roughly chronological order on every flat surface in the office.Some half-dozen or so partly filled cups of cold coffee. Occasionally, there will be cigarette butts floating in the coffee. In some cases, the cups will contain Orange Crush.Unless he is very good, there will be copies of the OS JCL manual and the Principles of Operation open to some particularly interesting pages.Taped to the wall is a line-printer Snoopy calendar for the year 1969.Strewn about the floor are several wrappers for peanut butter filled cheese bars - the type that are made pre-stale at the bakery so they can't get any worse while waiting in the vending machine.Hiding in the top left-hand drawer of the desk is a stash of double-stuff Oreos for special occasions.Underneath the Oreos is a flowcharting template, left there by the previous occupant of the office. (Real Programmers write programs, not documentation. Leave that to the maintenance people.)The Real Programmer is capable of working 30, 40, even 50 hours at a stretch, under intense pressure. In fact, he prefers it that way. Bad response time project done on time, but creates a convenient excuse for not doing the documentation. In general:No Real Programmer works 9 to 5 (unless it's the ones at night).Real Programmers don't wear neckties.Real Programmers don't wear high-heeled shoes.Real Programmers arrive at work in time for lunch [9].A Real Programmer might or might not know his wife's name. He does, however, know the entire ASCII (or EBCDIC) code table.Real Programmers don't know how to cook. Grocery stores aren't open at three in the morning. Real Programmers survive on Twinkies and coffee.THE FUTUREWhat of the future? It is a matter of some concern to Real Programmers that the latest generation of computer programmers are not being brought up with the same ever learning Fortran! Are we destined to become an industry of Unix hackers and Pascal programmers?From my experience, I can only report that the future is bright for Real Programmers everywhere. Neither OS 370 nor Fortran show any signs of dying out, one of them has a way of converting itself back into a Fortran 66 compiler at the drop of an option card - to compile DO loops like God meant them to be.Even Unix might not be as bad on Real Programmers as it once was. The latest release of Unix has the potential of an operating system worthy of any Real in - like having the best parts of Fortran and assembly language in one place. (Not to mention some of the more creative uses for

Real Programmers Don't Use Pascal "humour" Back in the good old days - the "Golden Era" of computers, it was easy to separate the men from the boys (sometimes called "Real Men" and "Quiche Eaters" in the literature). During this period, the Real Men were the ones that understood computer programming, and the Quiche Eaters were the ones that didn't. A real computer programmer said things like "DO 10 I=1,10" and "ABEND" (they actually talked in capital letters, you understand), and the rest of the world said things like "computers are too complicated for me" and "I can't relate to computers - they're so impersonal". (A previous work [1] points out that Real Men don't "relate" to anything, and aren't afraid of being impersonal.) But, as usual, times change. We are faced today with a world in which little old ladies can get computers in their microwave ovens, 12-year-old kids can blow Real Men out of the water playing Asteroids and Pac-Man, and anyone can buy and even understand their very own Personal Computer. The Real Programmer is in danger of becoming extinct, of being replaced by high-school students with {TRASH-80s}. There is a clear need to point out the differences between the typical high-school junior Pac-Man player and a Real Programmer. If this difference is made clear, it will give these kids something to aspire to -- a role model, a Father Figure. It will also help explain to the employers of Real Programmers why it would be a mistake to replace the Real Programmers on their staff with 12-year-old Pac-Man players (at a considerable salary savings). LANGUAGES The easiest way to tell a Real Programmer from the crowd is by the programming language he (or she) uses. Real Programmers use {Fortran}. Quiche Eaters use {Pascal}. Nicklaus Wirth, the designer of Pascal, gave a talk once at which he was asked how to pronounce his name. He replied, "You can either call me by name, pronouncing it 'Veert', or call me by value, 'Worth'." One can tell immediately from this comment that Nicklaus Wirth is a Quiche Eater. The only parameter passing mechanism endorsed by Real Programmers is call-by-value-return, as implemented in the {IBM 370} {Fortran-G} and H compilers. Real programmers don't need all these abstract concepts to get their jobs done - they are perfectly happy with a {keypunch}, a {Fortran IV} {compiler}, and a beer. Real Programmers do List Processing in Fortran. Real Programmers do String Manipulation in Fortran. Real Programmers do Accounting (if they do it at all) in Fortran. Real Programmers do {Artificial Intelligence} programs in Fortran. If you can't do it in Fortran, do it in {assembly language}. If you can't do it in assembly language, it isn't worth doing. STRUCTURED PROGRAMMING The academics in computer science have gotten into the "structured programming" rut over the past several years. They claim that programs are more easily understood if the programmer uses some special language constructs and techniques. They don't all agree on exactly which constructs, of course, and the examples they use to show their particular point of view invariably fit on a single page of some obscure journal or another - clearly not enough of an example to convince anyone. When I got out of school, I thought I was the best programmer in the world. I could write an unbeatable tic-tac-toe program, use five different computer languages, and create 1000-line programs that WORKED. (Really!) Then I got out into the Real World. My first task in the Real World was to read and understand a 200,000-line Fortran program, then speed it up by a factor of two. Any Real Programmer will tell you that all the Structured Coding in the world won't help you solve a problem like that - it takes actual talent. Some quick observations on Real Programmers and Structured Programming: Real Programmers aren't afraid to use {GOTOs}. Real Programmers can write five-page-long DO loops without getting confused. Real Programmers like Arithmetic IF statements - they make the code more interesting. Real Programmers write self-modifying code, especially if they can save 20 {nanoseconds} in the middle of a tight loop. Real Programmers don't need comments - the code is obvious. Since Fortran doesn't have a structured IF, REPEAT ... UNTIL, or CASE statement, Real Programmers don't have to worry about not using them. Besides, they can be simulated when necessary using {assigned GOTOs}. Data Structures have also gotten a lot of press lately. Abstract Data Types, Structures, Pointers, Lists, and Strings have become popular in certain circles. Wirth (the above-mentioned Quiche Eater) actually wrote an entire book [2] contending that you could write a program based on data structures, instead of the other way around. As all Real Programmers know, the only useful data structure is the Array. Strings, lists, structures, sets - these are all special cases of arrays and can be treated that way just as easily without messing up your programing language with all sorts of complications. The worst thing about fancy data types is that you have to declare them, and Real Programming Languages, as we all know, have implicit typing based on the first letter of the (six character) variable name. OPERATING SYSTEMS What kind of operating system is used by a Real Programmer? CP/M? God forbid - CP/M, after all, is basically a toy operating system. Even little old ladies and grade school students can understand and use CP/M. Unix is a lot more complicated of course - the typical Unix hacker never can remember what the PRINT command is called this week - but when it gets right down to it, Unix is a glorified video game. People don't do Serious Work on Unix systems: they send jokes around the world on {UUCP}-net and write adventure games and research papers. No, your Real Programmer uses OS 370. A good programmer can find and understand the description of the IJK305I error he just got in his JCL manual. A great programmer can write JCL without referring to the manual at all. A truly outstanding programmer can find bugs buried in a 6 megabyte {core dump} without using a hex calculator. (I have actually seen this done.) OS is a truly remarkable operating system. It's possible to destroy days of work with a single misplaced space, so alertness in the programming staff is encouraged. The best way to approach the system is through a keypunch. Some people claim there is a Time Sharing system that runs on OS 370, but after careful study I have come to the conclusion that they were mistaken. PROGRAMMING TOOLS What kind of tools does a Real Programmer use? In theory, a Real Programmer could run his programs by keying them into the front panel of the computer. Back in the days when computers had front panels, this was actually done occasionally. Your typical Real Programmer knew the entire bootstrap loader by memory in hex, and toggled it in whenever it got destroyed by his program. (Back then, memory was memory - it didn't go away when the power went off. Today, memory either forgets things when you don't want it to, or remembers things long after they're better forgotten.) Legend has it that {Seymore Cray}, inventor of the Cray I supercomputer and most of Control Data's computers, actually toggled the first operating system for the CDC7600 in on the front panel from memory when it was first powered on. Seymore, needless to say, is a Real Programmer. One of my favorite Real Programmers was a systems programmer for Texas Instruments. One day he got a long distance call from a user whose system had crashed in the middle of saving some important work. Jim was able to repair the damage over the phone, getting the user to toggle in disk I/O instructions at the front panel, repairing system tables in hex, reading register contents back over the phone. The moral of this story: while a Real Programmer usually includes a keypunch and lineprinter in his toolkit, he can get along with just a front panel and a telephone in emergencies. In some companies, text editing no longer consists of ten engineers standing in line to use an 029 keypunch. In fact, the building I work in doesn't contain a single keypunch. The Real Programmer in this situation has to do his work with a "text editor" program. Most systems supply several text editors to select from, and the Real Programmer must be careful to pick one that reflects his personal style. Many people believe that the best text editors in the world were written at Xerox Palo Alto Research Center for use on their Alto and Dorado computers [3]. Unfortunately, no Real Programmer would ever use a computer whose operating system is called SmallTalk, and would certainly not talk to the computer with a mouse. Some of the concepts in these Xerox editors have been incorporated into editors running on more reasonably named operating systems - {Emacs} and {VI} being two. The problem with these editors is that Real Programmers consider "what you see is what you get" to be just as bad a concept in Text Editors as it is in women. No the Real Programmer wants a "you asked for it, you got it" text editor - complicated, cryptic, powerful, unforgiving, dangerous. TECO, to be precise. It has been observed that a TECO command sequence more closely resembles transmission line noise than readable text [4]. One of the more entertaining games to play with TECO is to type your name in as a command line and try to guess what it does. Just about any possible typing error while talking with TECO will probably destroy your program, or even worse - introduce subtle and mysterious bugs in a once working subroutine. For this reason, Real Programmers are reluctant to actually edit a program that is close to working. They find it much easier to just patch the binary {object code} directly, using a wonderful program called SUPERZAP (or its equivalent on non-IBM machines). This works so well that many working programs on IBM systems bear no relation to the original Fortran code. In many cases, the original source code is no longer available. When it comes time to fix a program like this, no manager would even think of sending anything less than a Real Programmer to do the job - no Quiche Eating structured programmer would even know where to start. This is called "job security". Some programming tools NOT used by Real Programmers: Fortran preprocessors like {MORTRAN} and {RATFOR}. The Cuisinarts of programming - great for making Quiche. See comments above on structured programming. Source language debuggers. Real Programmers can read core dumps. Compilers with array bounds checking. They stifle creativity, destroy most of the interesting uses for EQUIVALENCE, and make it impossible to modify the operating system code with negative subscripts. Worst of all, bounds checking is inefficient. Source code maintenance systems. A Real Programmer keeps his code locked up in a card file, because it implies that its owner cannot leave his important programs unguarded [5]. THE REAL PROGRAMMER AT WORK Where does the typical Real Programmer work? What kind of programs are worthy of the efforts of so talented an individual? You can be sure that no Real Programmer would be caught dead writing accounts-receivable programs in {COBOL}, or sorting {mailing lists} for People magazine. A Real Programmer wants tasks of earth-shaking importance (literally!). Real Programmers work for Los Alamos National Laboratory, writing atomic bomb simulations to run on Cray I supercomputers. Real Programmers work for the National Security Agency, decoding Russian transmissions. It was largely due to the efforts of thousands of Real Programmers working for NASA that our boys got to the moon and back before the Russkies. Real Programmers are at work for Boeing designing the operating systems for cruise missiles. Some of the most awesome Real Programmers of all work at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in California. Many of them know the entire operating system of the Pioneer and Voyager spacecraft by heart. With a combination of large ground-based Fortran programs and small spacecraft-based assembly language programs, they are able to do incredible feats of navigation and improvisation - hitting ten-kilometer wide windows at Saturn after six years in space, repairing or bypassing damaged sensor platforms, radios, and batteries. Allegedly, one Real Programmer managed to tuck a pattern-matching program into a few hundred bytes of unused memory in a Voyager spacecraft that searched for, located, and photographed a new moon of Jupiter. The current plan for the Galileo spacecraft is to use a gravity assist trajectory past Mars on the way to Jupiter. This trajectory passes within 80 +/-3 kilometers of the surface of Mars. Nobody is going to trust a Pascal program (or a Pascal programmer) for navigation to these tolerances. As you can tell, many of the world's Real Programmers work for the U.S. Government - mainly the Defense Department. This is as it should be. Recently, however, a black cloud has formed on the Real Programmer horizon. It seems that some highly placed Quiche Eaters at the Defense Department decided that all Defense programs should be written in some grand unified language called "ADA" ((C), DoD). For a while, it seemed that ADA was destined to become a language that went against all the precepts of Real Programming - a language with structure, a language with data types, {strong typing}, and semicolons. In short, a language designed to cripple the creativity of the typical Real Programmer. Fortunately, the language adopted by DoD has enough interesting features to make it approachable -- it's incredibly complex, includes methods for messing with the operating system and rearranging memory, and Edsgar Dijkstra doesn't like it [6]. (Dijkstra, as I'm sure you know, was the author of "GoTos Considered Harmful" - a landmark work in programming methodology, applauded by Pascal programmers and Quiche Eaters alike.) Besides, the determined Real Programmer can write Fortran programs in any language. The Real Programmer might compromise his principles and work on something slightly more trivial than the destruction of life as we know it, providing there's enough money in it. There are several Real Programmers building video games at Atari, for example. (But not playing them - a Real Programmer knows how to beat the machine every time: no challenge in that.) Everyone working at LucasFilm is a Real Programmer. (It would be crazy to turn down the money of fifty million Star Trek fans.) The proportion of Real Programmers in Computer Graphics is somewhat lower than the norm, mostly because nobody has found a use for computer graphics yet. On the other hand, all computer graphics is done in Fortran, so there are a fair number of people doing graphics in order to avoid having to write COBOL programs. THE REAL PROGRAMMER AT PLAY Generally, the Real Programmer plays the same way he works - with computers. He is constantly amazed that his employer actually pays him to do what he would be doing for fun anyway (although he is careful not to express this opinion out loud). Occasionally, the Real Programmer does step out of the office for a breath of fresh air and a beer or two. Some tips on recognizing Real Programmers away from the computer room: At a party, the Real Programmers are the ones in the corner talking about operating system security and how to get around it. At a football game, the Real Programmer is the one comparing the plays against his simulations printed on 11 by 14 fanfold paper. At the beach, the Real Programmer is the one drawing flowcharts in the sand. At a funeral, the Real Programmer is the one saying "Poor George, he almost had the sort routine working before the coronary." In a grocery store, the Real Programmer is the one who insists on running the cans past the laser checkout scanner himself, because he never could trust keypunch operators to get it right the first time. THE REAL PROGRAMMER'S NATURAL HABITAT What sort of environment does the Real Programmer function best in? This is an important question for the managers of Real Programmers. Considering the amount of money it costs to keep one on the staff, it's best to put him (or her) in an environment where he can get his work done. The typical Real Programmer lives in front of a computer terminal. Surrounding this terminal are: Listings of all programs the Real Programmer has ever worked on, piled in roughly chronological order on every flat surface in the office. Some half-dozen or so partly filled cups of cold coffee. Occasionally, there will be cigarette butts floating in the coffee. In some cases, the cups will contain Orange Crush. Unless he is very good, there will be copies of the OS JCL manual and the Principles of Operation open to some particularly interesting pages. Taped to the wall is a line-printer Snoopy calendar for the year 1969. Strewn about the floor are several wrappers for peanut butter filled cheese bars - the type that are made pre-stale at the bakery so they can't get any worse while waiting in the vending machine. Hiding in the top left-hand drawer of the desk is a stash of double-stuff Oreos for special occasions. Underneath the Oreos is a flowcharting template, left there by the previous occupant of the office. (Real Programmers write programs, not documentation. Leave that to the maintenance people.) The Real Programmer is capable of working 30, 40, even 50 hours at a stretch, under intense pressure. In fact, he prefers it that way. Bad response time doesn't bother the Real Programmer - it gives him a chance to catch a little sleep between compiles. If there is not enough schedule pressure on the Real Programmer, he tends to make things more challenging by working on some small but interesting part of the problem for the first nine weeks, then finishing the rest in the last week, in two or three 50-hour marathons. This not only impresses the hell out of his manager, who was despairing of ever getting the project done on time, but creates a convenient excuse for not doing the documentation. In general: No Real Programmer works 9 to 5 (unless it's the ones at night). Real Programmers don't wear neckties. Real Programmers don't wear high-heeled shoes. Real Programmers arrive at work in time for lunch [9]. A Real Programmer might or might not know his wife's name. He does, however, know the entire {ASCII} (or EBCDIC) code table. Real Programmers don't know how to cook. Grocery stores aren't open at three in the morning. Real Programmers survive on Twinkies and coffee. THE FUTURE What of the future? It is a matter of some concern to Real Programmers that the latest generation of computer programmers are not being brought up with the same outlook on life as their elders. Many of them have never seen a computer with a front panel. Hardly anyone graduating from school these days can do hex arithmetic without a calculator. College graduates these days are soft - protected from the realities of programming by source level debuggers, text editors that count parentheses, and "user friendly" operating systems. Worst of all, some of these alleged "computer scientists" manage to get degrees without ever learning Fortran! Are we destined to become an industry of Unix hackers and Pascal programmers? From my experience, I can only report that the future is bright for Real Programmers everywhere. Neither OS 370 nor Fortran show any signs of dying out, despite all the efforts of Pascal programmers the world over. Even more subtle tricks, like adding structured coding constructs to Fortran have failed. Oh sure, some computer vendors have come out with Fortran 77 compilers, but every one of them has a way of converting itself back into a Fortran 66 compiler at the drop of an option card - to compile DO loops like God meant them to be. Even Unix might not be as bad on Real Programmers as it once was. The latest release of Unix has the potential of an operating system worthy of any Real Programmer - two different and subtly incompatible user interfaces, an arcane and complicated teletype driver, virtual memory. If you ignore the fact that it's "structured", even 'C' programming can be appreciated by the Real Programmer: after all, there's no type checking, variable names are seven (ten? eight?) characters long, and the added bonus of the Pointer data type is thrown in - like having the best parts of Fortran and assembly language in one place. (Not to mention some of the more creative uses for

Reiyukai. (霊友会/靈友會). In Japanese, lit. "Numinous Friends Society," or "Society of Friends of the Spirits"; a Japanese Buddhist lay organization, deriving from the teachings of the NICHIRENSHu. It was founded in 1925 by KUBO KAKUTARo (1892-1944) and KOTANI KIMI (1901-1971), the wife of Kubo's elder brother, who took over leadership of the organization and became president in 1944 upon Kubo's death. Kubo insisted that everyone keep a family death register and give posthumous names to venerated ancestors; these activities were formerly the domain of monks, who would be paid for their services. His other ideas included the classical directive to convert the world into a PURE LAND for Buddhism and the need to teach others the truth. He particularly emphasized the ability of each individual to improve him or herself. Kubo's ideas appealed to the poor and he began to attract converts quickly, including his brother Kotani Yasukichi and Kotani's wife, Kotani Kimi. In 1971 after Kotani Kimi died, Kubo's son Kubo Tsugunari took over as the leader of the group. For years he had prepared for this future, including studying Indian philosophy and Buddhism at Rissho University. Despite this preparation, Reiyukai was rocked by what some viewed as his personal failings and political maneuverings and Kubo Tsugunari eventually lost his leadership post. More recent leaders have been elected democratically. Some noted activities in recent years include opening the Lumbinī International Research Institute in Nepal and the International College for Advanced Buddhist Studies in Tokyo. The organization reached its peak during the years surrounding the Second World War, when it claimed some three million members, and was the source of numerous Nichiren-related new religious movements, of which the RISSHo KoSEIKAI, founded in 1938, became the most prominent. Reiyukai continues to be an active lay organization in both Japan and abroad. The Reiyukai organization has no clergy and no formal affiliation with any other Buddhist school, but instead relies on volunteer lay teachers who lead informal group meetings and discussions. Reiyukai focuses on the human capacity for lifelong self-cultivation in order to become ever more wise and compassionate. All its adherents must have a personal sponsor in order to join the order. The school stresses ancestor worship, believing that personal and social ills are the result of inadequate veneration of ancestor spirits who have been unable to attain buddhahood and instead became guardian spirits until the proper rites are performed so they may be liberated. Its followers believe that reciting the SADDHARMAPUndARĪKASuTRA ("Lotus Sutra") in abridged form during daily morning and evening services or a group meeting transfers merit to their ancestors.

reveille ::: the sounding of a bugle early in the morning to awaken and summon people in a camp or garrison.

Rissho Koseikai. (立正佼成会). In Japanese, "Society for Establishing Righteousness and Peaceful Relations," one of Japan's largest lay Buddhist organizations. Rissho Koseikai was founded in 1938 by NIWANO NIKKYo (1906-1999), the son of a farming family in Niigata prefecture, and NAGANUMA MYoKo (1889-1957), a homemaker from Saitama prefecture. In 2007, it claimed 1.67 million member households, with 239 churches in Japan and fifty-six churches in eighteen countries outside of Japan. Originally formed as an offshoot of REIYuKAI, Rissho Koseikai is strongly influenced by NICHIRENSHu doctrine, although it bears no organizational ties with the latter school. In terms of its ethos and organizational structure, it embodies many of the characteristics of Japan's so-called new religions. Rissho Koseikai emphasizes worship of the SADDHARMAPUndARĪKASuTRA ("Lotus Sutra") as a means for self-cultivation and salvation as well as for the greater good of humanity at large. Religious practice includes recitation of chapters from the Saddharmapundarīkasutra every morning and evening and chanting of the Japanese title of the sutra, or DAIMOKU, viz., NAMU MYoHoRENGEKYo. As is common among schools associated with worship of the Saddharmapundarīkasutra, Rissho Koseikai believes that people share karmic links with their ancestors. Through recitation of Saddharmapundarīkasutra passages and its title, along with repentance for one's past transgressions, one can transfer merit to one's ancestors. This transference aims to subdue the troubled spirits of ancestors who did not attain buddhahood, as well as to eliminate any negative karmic bonds with them. Rissho Koseikai is headquartered in Tokyo. However, its organization is largely decentralized and it has no priesthood. This structure places more value and responsibility on its laity, who are presumed to be capable of transferring merit and conducting funerals and ancestral rites on their own. Group gatherings generally address counseling issues for individuals and families alongside the study of Buddhist doctrine. In contrast to Reiyukai, which emphasizes devotional faith to the Saddharmapundarīkasutra without the need for detailed doctrinal understanding of Buddhism, adherents of Rissho Koseikai, in line with the school's founders, include the analytic study of doctrine as complementary to their faith.

robe-de-chambre ::: n. --> A dressing gown, or morning gown.

rohatsu sesshin. (臘八攝心). In Japanese, lit. "retreat on the eighth [day] of the last [month]," typically refering to an intensive week-long session of meditation (SESSHIN) that ends on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month (rohatsu), the reputed day of the Buddha's enlightenment according to the East Asian calendar. The retreat begins with a ceremony on the first of the twelfth lunar month and ends on the morning of the eighth with another ceremony, which usually consists of a lecture by the abbot known as the rohatu jodo, and offerings made to an image of sĀKYAMUNI emerging from the mountains (shussan Shaka). (Cf. PRĀGBODHI[GIRI].) The rohatsu sesshin performed in the SAMGHA hall (SENGTANG) at ZEN monasteries often entails nonstop meditative practice with little or no sleep. See also YONGMAENG CHoNGJIN.

rotary debugger (Commodore) Essential equipment for those late-night or early-morning debugging sessions. Mainly used as sustenance for the hacker. Comes in many decorator colours, such as Sausage, Pepperoni, and Garbage. (1995-01-11)

rotary debugger ::: (Commodore) Essential equipment for those late-night or early-morning debugging sessions. Mainly used as sustenance for the hacker. Comes in many decorator colours, such as Sausage, Pepperoni, and Garbage. (1995-01-11)

salat al fajr :::   morning prayer

Sandhyavandana: A religious ablution and prayer among the twice-born of the Hindus performed in the morning, noon and evening.

Sandhyavandana or Samdhyabandana (Sanskrit) Saṃdhyāvandana [from saṃdhyā twilight, dawn + vandana salutation, worship, praise, prayer from the verbal root vand to greet, worship, praise] The morning and evening hymns and acts of worship.

sandhyavandana ::: [the morning, noon and evening prayers of a brahmana].

Shabbatai Zvi ::: See Sabbatianism. ::: Shachrit ::: Morning; the morning prayer service.

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Shamash (Chaldean) The sun as one of the seven planets, also the Assyrian and Babylonian sun god, regarded as the all-pervading spirit of justice, as exposing injustice and wrong — as the morning sunbeams by their very presence disperse shadow and darkness. The principal centers of solar worship were in Babylon and Sippara, although temples were erected in all the principal cities of the empire, the structures being named ebarra (the shining house or house of the shining one). As with so many ancient peoples, the sun was popularly held to be driven across the sky by means of a chariot and horses, the charioteer being known as Bunene; while Justice (Kettu) and Right (Mesharu) followed as attendants.

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Shofar ::: In Jewish worship, a ram's horn sounded at Rosh Hashanah morning worship and at the conclusion of Yom Kippur, as well as other times in that period during the fall.

shrovetide ::: n. --> The days immediately preceding Ash Widnesday, especially the period between the evening before Quinguagesima Sunday and the morning of Ash Wednesday.

Sokkuram. (石窟庵). In Korean, "Stone Grotto Hermitage"; a Silla-period, man-made grotto located high on Mt. T'oham behind the monastery of PULGUKSA, which houses what is widely considered to be the most impressive buddha image in Korea. According to the SAMGUK YUSA ("Memorabilia of the Three Kingdoms," written c. 1282-1289), the master builder Kim Taesong (d. 774), who also designed Pulguksa, constructed the cave as an expression of filial piety toward his deceased parents. However, because the grotto directly faces the underwater tomb of the Silla king Munmu (r. 661-680) in the East Sea/Sea of Japan, the site may be also have been associated with a funerary cult surrounding the Silla royal family or with state-protection Buddhism (K. hoguk Pulgyo; C. HUGUO FOJIAO). The construction of both monasteries began around 751 CE, during the reign of the Silla king Kyongdok (r. 742-764), and the grotto temple was completed a few years after Kim Taesong's death in 774 CE. The site was originally named SoKPULSA, or "Stone Buddha Monastery." Since the Korean peninsula has no natural stone grottos like those found in India or Central Asia, the cave was excavated out of the mountainside, and some 360 large granite blocks in various shapes were used to create the ceiling of the shrine. In addition, granite carvings were attached to the inner walls. The result was what appears for all intents and purposes to be a natural cave temple. The finished grotto combines two different styles of Buddhist architecture, the domed rotunda design of the CAITYA halls of India and the cave-temple design of Central Asia and China as seen in DUNHUANG and others sites along the SILK ROAD. At the Sokkuram grotto, a rectangular antechamber with two guardians carved on either side leads into a short, narrow passageway that opens onto the thirty-foot-(nine m.) high domed rotunda. In the vestibule itself are carvings of the four heavenly kings as guardians of the dharma. The center of the rotunda chamber enshrines the Sokkuram stone buddha, a seated-buddha image in the "earth-touching gesture" (BHuMISPARsAMUDRĀ). This image is 10 ft. 8 in. (3.26 meters) in height and carved from a single block of granite; it sits atop a lotus-throne base that is 5 ft. 2 in. (1.58 meters) high. The image is generally accepted to be that of sĀKYAMUNI Buddha, although some scholars instead identify it as an image of VAIROCANA or even AMITĀBHA. In the original layout of the grotto, the morning sunshine would have cascaded through the cave's entrance and struck the jeweled uRnĀKEsA in the Buddha's forehead. On the inner walls surrounding the statue are thirty-nine carvings of Buddhist figures, including the Indian divinities BRAHMĀ and INDRA, the two flanking bodhisattvas SAMANTABHADRA and MANJUsRĪ, and the buddha's ten principal ARHAT-disciples. On the wall directly behind the main image is a carving of the eleven-headed AVALOKITEsVARA. The combination of exquisite architectural beauty and sophisticated design is widely considered to be the pinnacle of Silla Buddhist culture. Despite its fame and reputation during the Silla kingdom, Sokkuram fell into disrepair during the suppression of Buddhism that occurred during the Choson dynasty (1392-1910). Almost everyone except locals had forgotten the grotto until one rainy day in 1909, when a weary postman traveling over the ridge of Mt. T'oham accidentally rediscovered the grotto as he sought shelter from a sudden thunderstorm. He found a narrow opening to a small cave, and as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he was startled to see the massive stone image of the Buddha along with exquisite stone wall carvings. In 1913, the Japanese colonial government spent two years dismantling and repairing the structure, using cement and iron, which later collected moisture and began to decay, threatening the superstructure of the grotto. In 1920, the earth was removed in order to secure the foundation and tar and asphalt were used to waterproof the roof. No further renovations were made until a UNESCO survey team came to evaluate the cave temple and decided to aid the Korean government in further restoring the site between 1961 and 1964. Nowadays, visitors enter the grotto from the side, rather than its original front entrance, and must view the buddha image from behind a protective glass window. Sokkuram is Korean National Treasure No. 24 and was also added to the list of UNESCO World Heritage Sites in 1995.

Sonā. (C. Shuna; J. Shuna; K. Suna 輸那). The Sanskrit and Pāli proper name of an eminent nun declared by the Buddha to be foremost among nuns in her capacity for effort. According to the Pāli account, she belonged to a clan from Sāvatthi (S. sRĀVASTĪ) and had ten sons and daughters, whence she acquired the epithet Bahuputtikā, meaning "possessed of many children." Her husband left home to become a mendicant, after which she distributed her estate among her children. Despite her generosity, her children neglected her in her old age, so she entered the nuns' order. She devoted herself to serving the other nuns by performing chores and menial tasks for them and in the evening she devoted herself to study. When the Buddha became aware of her efforts, he magically appeared before her to encourage her striving, whereupon she became an ARHAT. Since the other nuns had been in the habit of finding fault with Sonā despite her services, Sonā was concerned that they would accrue demerit if they continued to do so now that she had attained arhatship. She devised a display of magical power to demonstrate her superior attainment: in the morning when the nuns arrived at the refectory, she supplied them with water heated not with fire but with the supernatural power (ṚDDHI). Recognizing her attainment, the other nuns begged her forgiveness for their previous wrongdoing.

Stag lung Thang pa bkra shis dpal. (Taklung Tangpa Tashipel) (1142-1210). Founder of the STAG LUNG BKA' BRGYUD, one of the four major and eight minor subsects of the BKA' BRGYUD. After being ordained as a novice, he studied the main texts of the BKA' GDAMS PA. In 1165, inspired by a vision, he went to meet the great Bka' brgyud hierarch PHAG MO GRU PA RDO RJE RGYAL PO, becoming his personal attendant and scribe. He received many teachings from him, including "the six yogas of Nāropa" (NĀ RO CHOS DRUG). He was ordained as a BHIKsU in 1172. Stag lung thang pa was known for his commitment to monastic discipline; he was a vegetarian and did not enter the homes of laypeople. He would teach during the first half of the month and remain in retreat in the second half. He also maintained silence during each morning. He was also renowned for his tantric practice, especially MAHĀMUDRĀ and of the HEVAJRATANTRA. In 1180, he founded STAG LUNG monastery, which came to have more than three thousand monks in residence during his lifetime. He is also known as Stag lung thang pa chen po, "the Great Stag lung thang pa."

Supriyā. (P. Suppiyā; T. Rab dga' ba; C. Xupiye nü; J. Shubiyanyo; K. Subiyanyo 須毘耶女). Sanskrit name of an eminent lay disciple (UPĀSIKĀ) of the Buddha, whom he declared foremost among laywomen who comfort the sick. Supriyā lived in Vārānasī with her husband Supriya. Both were devoted followers of the Buddha and generous patrons of the order. Once, while visiting a monastery, Supriyā encountered a sick monk in need of meat broth. She sent a servant to market to fetch some meat but none was to be had in all of Vārānasī. She therefore cut a piece of flesh from her thigh and gave it to her servant to make into broth, after which, ill from her injury, she lay on her bed. Her husband rejoiced at her piety and invited the Buddha to the morning meal the next day. When the Buddha was informed of her deed, he praised her for her generosity and through his supranormal powers magically healed her wounds. As a consequence of Supriyā's offering, however, the Buddha passed a rule forbidding monks to eat human flesh, even when it is freely given.

Sura Ambattha. (S. sura Āmrastha; C. Yongjian zhangzhe; J. Yuken choja; K. Yonggon changja 勇健長者). The Pāli name of an eminent lay disciple (UPĀSAKA) of the Buddha declared by him to be foremost among laymen in unwavering trust. Sura Ambattha in Pāli means "hero who stays by the mango tree"; he was born into the family of a wealthy banker dwelling in sRĀVASTĪ. According to the Pāli account, he was originally the follower of a rival sect of recluses (sRAMAnA). One day, the Buddha saw Sura and, noting that he was ripe for conversion, went to his door for alms. Although his allegiance was to another teacher, out of deference Sura invited the Buddha into his home to partake of his morning meal. When the Buddha spoke to him after the meal, Sura became a stream-enterer (SROTAĀPANNA), thus marking his conversion. MĀRA, hoping to shake Sura's newfound faith, appeared at his door in the guise of the Buddha. He said he had returned to correct a mistake he had made when preaching to him earlier. Believing Māra's conjured body to be the Buddha, Sura let him in. Māra stated that whereas he had explained that all conditioned things were impermanent, he should have said that only some were impermanent. Since Sura was already a stream-enterer, he easily saw through the ruse and promptly drove Māra from his house.

Synagog, Synagogue [from synagoge an assembly; translation of Hebrew khenesheth, Aramaic khenash a congregation] Originally a gathering of Jews for worship or religious instruction, but later applied to the building in which the gatherings were held. As a characteristic Jewish institution, the synagog rose to prominence after the reforms instituted by Ezra, for the gatherings were the means whereby the populace received instruction, especially in the reading of the law on every Sabbath. The rites on Sabbath morning as outlined in the Mishnah consisted of readings from the Old Testament (particularly from Deuteronomy and Numbers), followed by prayer, then the lessons from the law and the prophets, a sermon thereon, and finally the blessing.

taeung chon. (大雄殿). In Korean, "basilica of the great hero"; the main worship hall in a Korean Buddhist monastery, where the main Buddha image of the monastery will be enshrined. The taeung chon is typically the largest shrine hall on the monastic campus and is intended to serve as the center of institutional life. Most of the monastery's residents will gather in this basilica for daily services in the early morning, before the noontime meal, and in the evening; other ceremonies and rituals that require the attendance of most of the monks will also be held in this hall. "Great hero" is an epithet for a buddha, and which "great hero" is enshrined in the hall will vary from monastery to monastery, although VAIROCANA and sĀKYAMUNI are most common. The taeung chon at T'ONGDOSA is unusual in Korea for having no enshrined image; instead, the back of the basilica is open and looks out on a STuPA that is said to contain relics (K. sari; S. sARĪRA) of the Buddha himself; the relics thus represent the Buddha's presence in the monastery, rendering an image superfluous.

Tallis(t) ::: A large, four-cornered shawl with fringes and special knots at the extremities, worn during Jewish morning prayers. The fringes, according to the Bible (Numbers 15.38-39), remind the worshiper of God's commandments. It is traditional for the male to be buried in his tallit, but without its fringes.

tautology ::: n. --> A repetition of the same meaning in different words; needless repetition of an idea in different words or phrases; a representation of anything as the cause, condition, or consequence of itself, as in the following lines: --//The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,/And heavily in clouds brings on the day. Addison.

te deum ::: --> An ancient and celebrated Christian hymn, of uncertain authorship, but often ascribed to St. Ambrose; -- so called from the first words "Te Deum laudamus." It forms part of the daily matins of the Roman Catholic breviary, and is sung on all occasions of thanksgiving. In its English form, commencing with words, "We praise thee, O God," it forms a part of the regular morning service of the Church of England and the Protestant Episcopal Church in America.
A religious service in which the singing of the hymn forms a

Tefila ::: Jewish Prayer. ::: Tefillin ::: Usually translated as “phylacteries.” Box-like appurtenances that accompany prayer, worn by Jewish adult males at the weekday morning services. The boxes have leather thongs attached and contain scriptural excerpts. One box (with four sections) is placed on the head, the other (with one section) is placed (customarily) on the left arm, near the heart. The biblical passages emphasize the unity of God and the duty to love God and be mindful of him with "all one's heart and mind" (e.g., Exod. 13.1-10, 11-16; Deut. 6.4-9; 11.13-21). See also Shema.

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The allegory is subject to many interpretations. The sun god dies with every nightfall, to rise again the following morning; with every winter solstice, to return and bring a new year of light and life; and with every planetary cycle, as well as each solar lifetime. The tale also symbolizes the passing of the golden age of innocence which had to be superseded by more conscious and purposive evolution of the human race: Loki, who represents the fire of mind — human, imperfect, clever, but unevolved, which in time must become perfected spiritual intelligence.

the angel Heman leads the hosts in morning

the morning hours, just as those under Jeduthun

the morning stars sang together and the sons of

thenceforth perish, as it is said, ‘Each morning

thunk "programming" /thuhnk/ 1. "A piece of coding which provides an address", according to P. Z. Ingerman, who invented thunks in 1961 as a way of binding {actual parameters} to their formal definitions in {ALGOL 60} {procedure} calls. If a procedure is called with an expression in the place of a {formal parameter}, the compiler generates a thunk which computes the expression and leaves the address of the result in some standard location. 2. The term was later generalised to mean an expression, frozen together with its {environment} (variable values), for later evaluation if and when needed (similar to a "{closure}"). The process of unfreezing these thunks is called "forcing". 3. A {stubroutine}, in an {overlay} programming environment, that loads and jumps to the correct overlay. Compare {trampoline}. There are a couple of onomatopoeic myths circulating about the origin of this term. The most common is that it is the sound made by data hitting the {stack}; another holds that the sound is that of the data hitting an {accumulator}. Yet another suggests that it is the sound of the expression being unfrozen at argument-evaluation time. In fact, according to the inventors, it was coined after they realised (in the wee hours after hours of discussion) that the type of an argument in {ALGOL 60} could be figured out in advance with a little {compile-time} thought, simplifying the evaluation machinery. In other words, it had "already been thought of"; thus it was christened a "thunk", which is "the past tense of "think" at two in the morning". 4. ({Microsoft Windows} programming) {universal thunk}, {generic thunk}, {flat thunk}. [{Jargon File}] (1997-10-11)

thunk ::: (programming) /thuhnk/ 1. A piece of coding which provides an address, according to P. Z. Ingerman, who invented thunks in 1961 as a way of binding compiler generates a thunk which computes the expression and leaves the address of the result in some standard location.2. The term was later generalised to mean an expression, frozen together with its environment (variable values), for later evaluation if and when needed (similar to a closure). The process of unfreezing these thunks is called forcing.3. A stubroutine, in an overlay programming environment, that loads and jumps to the correct overlay.Compare trampoline.There are a couple of onomatopoeic myths circulating about the origin of this term. The most common is that it is the sound made by data hitting the stack; had already been thought of; thus it was christened a thunk, which is the past tense of think at two in the morning.4. (Microsoft Windows programming) universal thunk, generic thunk, flat thunk.[Jargon File] (1997-10-11)

tiger team (US military jargon) 1. Originally, a team whose purpose is to penetrate security, and thus test security measures. These people are paid professionals who do hacker-type tricks, e.g. leave cardboard signs saying "bomb" in critical defence installations, hand-lettered notes saying "Your codebooks have been stolen" (they usually haven't been) inside safes, etc. After a successful penetration, some high-ranking security type shows up the next morning for a "security review" and finds the sign, note, etc. and all hell breaks loose. Serious successes of tiger teams sometimes lead to early retirement for base commanders and security officers (see the {patch} entry for an example). 2. Recently, and more generally, any official inspection team or special {firefighting} group called in to look at a problem. A subset of tiger teams are professional {crackers}, testing the security of military computer installations by attempting remote attacks via networks or supposedly "secure" communication channels. Some of their escapades, if declassified, would probably rank among the greatest hacks of all times. The term has been adopted in commercial computer-security circles in this more specific sense. [{Jargon File}]

to it that the sun rises every morning at the right

twilight ::: n. 1. The diffused light from the sky during the early evening or early morning when the sun is below the horizon and its light is refracted by the earth"s atmosphere. 2. A state of uncertainty, vagueness or gloom. twilight"s. adj. 3. Lighted by or as if by twilight.

undern ::: n. --> The time between; the time between sunrise and noon; specifically, the third hour of the day, or nine o&

Upasena. (T. Nye sde; C. Youbosina; J. Upashina; K. Ubasana 優波斯那). Sanskrit and Pāli proper name of an eminent ARHAT declared by the Buddha to be foremost among his monk disciples in being altogether charming; also known in Pāli as Upasena Vangantaputta. According to Pāli accounts, he was born into a brāhmana family in Nālaka and was the younger brother of sĀRIPUTRA. His father was Vanganta, hence his name Vangantaputta. Like his brother, Upasena was learned in the three Vedas. He was converted when he heard the Buddha preach and immediately entered the order. When he had been a monk for only one year, he ordained a new monk, for which offense he was severely rebuked by the Buddha. Chastened by the criticism, Upasena took up the practice of insight in earnest and attained arahantship. Upasena became a skilled and charismatic preacher who won many converts to the religion. He engaged in various ascetic practices (DHUTAnGA) and convinced many followers to do likewise. Each of his followers was charming in his own way, with Upasena the most charming of all. Upasena had resolved to attain such preeminence during the time of the previous buddha Padumuttara, when, as a householder of HaMsavatī, he overheard a monk so praised and wished the same for himself in the future. Upasena's death was attended by a miracle. He was sitting at the mouth of a cave after his morning meal, mending his robe amid a pleasant breeze. At that time two snakes were in the vines above the cave door when one fell on his shoulder and bit him. As the venom coursed through his body, he requested sāriputra and other monks near him to carry him outside so that he could die in the open. In a few moments he died, and his body immediately scattered in the breeze like chaff.

venus ::: n. --> The goddess of beauty and love, that is, beauty or love deified.
One of the planets, the second in order from the sun, its orbit lying between that of Mercury and that of the Earth, at a mean distance from the sun of about 67,000,000 miles. Its diameter is 7,700 miles, and its sidereal period 224.7 days. As the morning star, it was called by the ancients Lucifer; as the evening star, Hesperus.
The metal copper; -- probably so designated from the ancient

vishnu ::: 1. (In later Hinduism) "The Preserver.” The second member of the Trimurti, along with Brahma the Creator and Shiva the Destroyer. 2. (In popular Hinduism) a deity believed to have descended from heaven to earth in several incarnations, or avatars, varying in number from nine to twenty-two, but always including animals. His most important human incarnation is the Krishna of the Bhagavad-Gita. 3. "The Pervader,” one of a half-dozen solar deities in the Rig-Veda, daily traversing the sky in three strides, morning, afternoon, and night.

“When the morning stars sang together,” by William Blake, illustrating Job 38:7. 158

“When the morning stars sang together,”

wincopipe ::: n. --> A little red flower, no doubt the pimpernel, which, when it opens in the morning, is supposed to bode a fair day. See Pimpernel.

wrapper ::: n. --> One who, or that which, wraps.
That in which anything is wrapped, or inclosed; envelope; covering.
Specifically, a loose outer garment; an article of dress intended to be wrapped round the person; as, a morning wrapper; a gentleman&

Yasas. (P. Yasa; T. Grags pa; C. Yeshe; J. Yasha; K. Yasa 耶舍). An early ARHAT disciple of the Buddha. The son of a wealthy merchant of Vārānasī, Yasas was brought up in luxury. He had three mansions, one for the winter, one for the rainy season, and one for the summer, and was attended by a troupe of female musicians. Once, he happened to awake in the middle of the night and witnessed his attendants sleeping in an indecorous manner. Greatly disturbed, he put on a pair of golden sandals and wandered in the direction of the Deer Park (MṚGADĀVA) where the Buddha was dwelling, exclaiming, "Alas, what distress, what danger." The Buddha saw him approach and, knowing what he was experiencing, called out to him, "Yasas, come. Here there is neither distress nor danger." Yasas approached the Buddha, took off his golden sandals, and sat down beside him. The Buddha preached a graduated discourse (ANUPUBBIKATHĀ) to him, at the conclusion of which Yasas became a stream-enterer (SROTAĀPANNA). He thus became the Buddha's sixth disciple and the first who had not known him prior to his achievement of enlightenment (as had his first five disciples, the bhadravargīya or PANCAVARGIKA). Yasas was also the first person to become an enlightened lay disciple (UPĀSAKA), although he ordained a few minutes later. Later, Yasas's father, who had come searching for his son, arrived at the Buddha's residence. The Buddha used his magical powers to make Yasas invisible and, inviting his father to sit, preached a discourse to him. Yasas's father also became a stream-enterer, while Yasas, who overheard the sermon from his invisible state, became an arhat. When the Buddha made Yasas visible to his father, he informed him that, since his son was now an arhat, it would be impossible for him to return home to a householder's life and he would have to become a monk. Yasas thus became the sixth member of the Buddha's monastic order. Yasas accompanied the Buddha to his father's house the next day to receive the morning meal. After the meal, the Buddha preached a sermon. Yasas's mother, SUJĀTĀ, and other members of the household became stream-enterers, his mother thus becoming the first female disciple (UPĀSIKĀ) of the Buddha and the first woman to become a stream-enterer. At that time, fifty-four of Yasas's friends also were converted and entered the order of monks, swelling its ranks to sixty members. It was at this time that the Buddha directed his disciples to go forth separately and preach the dharma they had realized for the welfare and benefit of the world. ¶ There was a later monk, also named Yasas, whose protest led to the second Buddhist council (COUNCIL, SECOND), held at VAIsĀLĪ. Some one hundred years after the Buddha's death, Yasas was traveling in Vaisālī when he observed the monks there receiving gold and silver as alms directly from the laity, in violation of the VINAYA prohibition against monks touching gold and silver. He also found that the monks had identified ten points in the vinaya that were identified as violations but that they felt were sufficiently minor to be ignored. The ten violations in question were: (1) carrying salt in an animal horn; (2) eating when the shadow of the sundial was two fingerbreadths past noon; (3) after eating, traveling to another village to eat another meal on the same day; (4) holding several assemblies within the same boundary (SĪMĀ) during the same fortnight; (5) making a monastic decision with an incomplete assembly and subsequently receiving the approval of the absent monks; (6) citing precedent as a justification to violate monastic procedures; (7) drinking milk whey after mealtime; (8) drinking unfermented wine; (9) using mats with a fringe; and (10) accepting gold and silver. Yasas told the monks that these were indeed violations, at which point the monks are said to have offered him a share of the gold and silver they had collected. When he refused the bribe, they expelled him from the order. Yasas sought the support of several respected monks in the west, including Sambhuta, sĀnAKAVĀSIN, and REVATA. Together with other monks, they went to Vaisālī, where they convened a council (SAMGĪTI) at which Revata submitted questions about each of the disputed points to Sarvagāmin, the eldest monk of the day, who is said to have been a disciple of ĀNANDA. In each case, he said that the practice in question was a violation of the vinaya. Seven hundred monks then gathered to recite the vinaya. Those who did not accept the decision of the council held their own convocation, which they called the MAHĀSĀMGHIKA or "Great Assembly," the rival group coming to be called the STHAVIRANIKĀYA, or "School of the Elders." This event is sometimes referred to as "the great schism," since it marks the first permanent schism in the order (SAMGHABHEDA).

yester-morning ::: n. --> The morning of yesterday.

yestermorn ::: n. --> Alt. of Yester-morning

Zafrire —morning spirits. [Rf. Jewish Encyclo¬

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1:The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day. ~ John Milton,
2:Every morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.
   ~ Buddha,
3:The morning breezes have secrets to tell; don't go back to sleep. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
4:High winds do not last all morning. Heavy rain does not last all day. ~ Tao Te Ching, ch.23,
5:Morning glories - in the evening, they let us admire their buds. ~ Tagami Kikusha, 1753-1826,
6:See this morning for the first time as a new-born child that has no name ~ Rabindranath Tagore,
7:Be willing to be a beginner every single morning. ~ Meister Eckhart,
8:For millions of years you have slept. This morning, will you not wake? ~ Kabir,
9:Wet with morning dew
I go in the direction I want ~ Santoka Taneda,
10:There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into Light. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
11:In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
   ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
12:morning tea
among yellow flowers
until the ten o'clock bell
~ Kobayashi Issa,
13:I moved this morning to the center of the town. Waist deep in worldly dust. But Free of worldly ties. ~ Baisao 1675-1763,
14:Every morning we glow and in the evening we glow again. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi, @Sufi_Path
15:Tomorrow morning, if you think of it, grab your zither and come again." ~ Li Bai, (aka Li Po, 701-762), Chinese poet, Wikipedia.,
16:This snowy morning That black crow I hate so much.... But he is so beautiful! ~ Matsuo Basho, 1644-1694,
17:a fox
trotting over
morning frost
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
18:a morning
of steady rainfall
hot tea
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
19:I tell my heart, "Do not worry, the key to morning I've thrown away." ~ Jalaluddin Rumi, @Sufi_Path
20:a bonfire
in a frosty field
morning light
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
the morning rain
autumn journey
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
22:When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love." ~ Marcus Aurelius,
23:In the morning, O LORD, You will hear my voice; In the morning I will order my prayer to You and eagerly watch. ~ Anonymous, The Bible, Psalms, 5:3,
24:morning rain
falling upon a
bonfire of leaves
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
25:sparrows singing
of the next life
morning dew
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
26:a strange morning
for falling leaves
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
27:geese flying
under the cover
of the morning mist
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
28:Bare your forehead, waiting for the first blessing of light, and sing with the bird of the morning in glad faith. ~ Rabindranath Tagore, Fruit Gathering,
29:birds huddling
along the eaves
cold autumn morning
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
30:the morning glories
have strong karma
autumn frost
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
31:You left in the morning
this evening my heart
is in a thosand pieces
~ Buson, @BashoSociety
32:every morning
my tea tastes
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
33:in the morning dew
the butterfly's attitude
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
34:Chant the name of God morning and evening, clapping your hands all the while; all your sins will leave you. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
35:If in the morning you have heard the voice of celestial reason, in the evening you can die. ~ Confucius, the Eternal Wisdom
36:sunset as if
it was the last
thank you for the morning
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
37:tea smoke
hesitantly rising into
the autumn morning sky
~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety
38:a willow
in morning light
is a wonder
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
39:dew from a lotus
used to brew
morning tea
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
40:If by setting one's heart right every morning and evening, one is able to live as though his body were already dead, he gains freedom in the Way. ~ Yamamoto Tsunetomo,
41:everyone has
something to say
morning swallows
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
42:When waking up every morning, let us pray for a day of complete consecration. With my blessings
   ~ The Mother, Mantras Of The Mother, 19 June,
43:a butterfly emerges
then flys aways
morning moon
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
44:warming my hands
over a cup of tea
morning frost
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
45:Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death. ~ Arthur Schopenhauer,
46:morning fog
the castle's shutters
suddenly opening
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
47:Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.
   ~ Arthur Schopenhauer,
48:If you cannot sustain japa at all times, at any rate complete two rosaries twice day, morning and evening. The search after Truth is man's real vocation. ~ Sri Ananamayi Ma,
49:a tranquil morning
of sleeping and eating
autumn dew
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
50:Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside ~ remembering all the times you've felt that way. ~ Charles Bukowski,
51:a happy morning
amoung the tall grasses
swallows flying
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
52:Every morning may our thoughts rise fervently towards Thee, asking Thee how we can manifest and serve Thee best.
   ~ The Mother, Prayers And Meditations,
53:every morning
my tea taste better
the fog is finally lifting
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
54:Chant the name of God, morning and evening, clapping your hands all the while -- and all of your sins and afflictions will leave you. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
55:morning tea
among yellow flowers
until the ten o'clock bell
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
56:giving a fellow voyager
my place at the fire
first morning light
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety
57:Run to his feet - He is standing close to you head right now You have slept for millions and millions of years. Why not wake up this morning." ~ Kamir, 15th-cent. Indian mystic poet, Wikipedia,
58:Morning has pleasure, noon has golden peace
And afternoon repose and eve the heart's increase. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, Songs to Myrtilla,
59:The world is an eternal present, and the present is now; what was is no more and who can say whatwill come or whether tomorrow morning the dawnwill arise. ~ Anamander, the Eternal Wisdom
60:But the second knowledge of glory only arrived when they became blessed by turning to the good. And this is properly called, "morning knowledge" ~ Saint Thomas Aquinas, (ST 1.62.1ad3).,
61:When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself." ~ Tecumseh,
62:Pleasure and pain are inevitable in the life of the world. One suffers now and then from a little worry and trouble. Chant the name of Hari morning and evening, clapping your hands. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
63:Fiction and non-fiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons I do not fully understand, fiction dances out of me. Non-fiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake up to every morning. ~ Arundhati Roy,
64:The greatest of all duties is to remember God. The first thing to do in the morning is to meditate on Him and think how you can give your life to His service, so that all day long you will be filled with His joy. ~ Paramahamsa Yogananda,
65:Things will come to a head, but when man's hand can do nothing and everything seems to be lost, God Himself will intervene and rearrange the world in the blink of an eye, like from morning to night." ~ Ven. Bernardo Maria Clausi (1787-1849),
66:As soon as there is a little light in the sky early in the morning, we can understand that the sun is in the sky. Similarly, since there is some consciousness in all bodies-whether man or animal-we can understand the presence of the soul. ~ Bhagwad Gita,
67:If you wake up in the morning and say, "Who am I? What is this universe I'm living in all about? Who wakes up? Who sleeps?" If you inquire the answer to all these questions you become free in no time. But most of you do not do this, do you? ~ Robert Adams,
68:It's a pretty amazing to wake up every morning, knowing that every decision I make is to cause as little harm as possible. It's a pretty fantastic way to live." ~ Colleen Patrick-Goudreau, (b. 1970) American author, speaker, cultural commentator, and podcaster, Wikipedia,
69:A scholar wakes up early in the morning and seeks how to increase his knowledge. A pious wakes up and seeks how to increase his faith. But Abul-Hassan looks for how to make a human being happy." ~ Abu Hassan al-Kharaqani, (961 - 1033), one of the master Sufis of Iran, Wikipedia.,
70:Keep your mind always in communion with God; then all depravity of the mind will vanish. Select a room for daily worship; every morning and evening retire there and sit on your Asanam; then perform Japam and Meditation and prayer regularly as long as you can. ~ Swami Brahmananda,
71:There are two ways of waking up in the morning. One is to say, 'Good morning, God,' and the other is to say, 'Good God, morning'!" ~ Fulton John Sheen, (1895-1979) American Archbishop of the Catholic Church known for his preaching and his work on television and radio, Wikipedia.,
72:All will surely realize God. All will be liberated. It may be that some get their meal in the morning, some at noon, and some in the evening; but none will go without food. All, without any exception, will certainly know their real Self. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
73:...a man should say to his soul every morning, "God has given thee twenty-four treasures; take heed lest thou lose anyone of them, for thou wilt not be able to endure the regret that will follow such loss. ~ Abu Hamid al-Ghazali, The Alchemy of Happiness,
74:A smile came rippling out in her wide eyes,
Its confident felicity's messenger
As if the first beam of the morning sun
Rippled along two wakened lotus-pools. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Eternal Day, The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation,
75:In The Morning :::
In the morning, bowing to all;
In the evening, bowing to all.
Respecting others is my only duty--
Hail to the Never-despising Bodhisattva.

In heaven and earth he stands alone.

A real monk
Only one thing--
a heart like
Never-despising Buddha. ~ Taigu Ryokan,
76:There is a myth about such highs: the user has an illusion of great insight, but it does not survive scrutiny in the morning. I am convinced that this is an error, and that the devastating insights achieved when high are real insights; the main problem is putting these insights in a form acceptable to the quite different self that we are when we're down the next day. ~ Carl Sagan,
77:When one considers the clamorous emptiness of the world, words of so little sense, actions of so little merit, one loves to reflect on the great reign of silence. The noble silent men scattered here and there each in his province silently thinking and silently acting of whom no morning paper makes mention, these are the salt of the earth. ~ Ramakrishna, the Eternal Wisdom
78:Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, 'What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.' Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope. ~ Vincent van Gogh,
79:From the morning there has been a feeling of nearness to the Mother, almost as if there were no difference between us. But how can that be possible, as there is such a great gulf between her and me? I am on the mental plane and she is on the highest Supramental.

But the Mother is there not only on the Supramental but on all the planes. And especially she is close to everyone in the psychic part (the inner heart), so when that opens, the feeling of nearness naturally comes. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Mother With Letters On The Mother, [T4],
80:The rishis of old attained the Knowledge of Brahman. One cannot have this so long as there is the slightest trace of worldliness. How hard the rishis laboured ! Early in the morning they would go away from the hermitage, and would spend the whole day in solitude, meditating on Brahman. At night they would return to the hermitage and eat a little fruit or roots. They kept their mind aloof from the objects of sight, hearing, touch, and other things of a worldly nature. Only thus did they realize Brahman as their own inner conciousness. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
81:Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD;
O Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy.
If you, O LORD, kept a record of sins, O Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness; therefore you are feared.
I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope.
My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning.
O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, for with the LORD is unfailing love and with him is full redemption.
He himself will redeem Israel from all their sins. ~ Anonymous, The Bible, Psalms, 130
ONE AFTERNOON, in a large town in a rainy country, I saw seven or eight vehicles full of children. That morning, they had been taken into the country to play in the fields, but the bad weather had made them return home early in the rain.

And yet they were singing, laughing and waving merrily to the passers-by.

They had kept their cheerfulness in this gloomy weather. If one of them had felt sad, the songs of the others would have cheered him. And for the people hurrying by, who heard the children's laughter, it seemed that the sky had brightened for a moment.

~ The Mother, mcw, 2:189,
   Lord, this morning Thou hast given me the assurance that Thou wouldst stay with us until Thy work is achieved, not only as a consciousness which guides and illumines but also as a dynamic Presence in action. In unmistakable terms Thou hast promised that all of Thyself would remain here and not leave the earth atmosphere until earth is transformed. Grant that we may be worthy of this marvellous Presence and that henceforth everything in us be concentrated on the one will to be more and more perfectly consecrated to the fulfilment of Thy sublime Work. 7 December 1950
   ~ The Mother, Words Of The Mother I,
84:Mother, Why didn't You return the letter to me (the one You wrote to me) after I sent it to You this morning with my letter? I want to lie on Your lap, Mother.

   Poor little one, I very gladly take you on my lap and cradle you to my heart to soothe this heavy sorrow which has no cause and to quell this great revolt which has no reason. Let me take you in my arms, bathe you in my love and wipe away even the memory of this unfortunate incident. I kept the letter to show it to Sri Aurobindo along with your letter of this morning. I am returning it to you in this notebook. - February 27th, 1934
   ~ The Mother, Some Answers From The Mother,
85:Is it such a fast that I have chosen? a day for a man to afflict his soul? is it to bow down his head as a bulrush and to spread sackcloth and ashes under him? wilt thou call this a fast and an acceptable day to the Lord? Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bonds of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke?Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him and that thou hide not thyself from thine own kind? Then shall thy light break forth as the morning and thy health shall spring forth speedily. ~ Isaiah, the Eternal Wisdom
86:The size and age of the Cosmos are beyond ordinary human understanding. Lost somewhere between immensity and eternity is our tiny planetary home. In a cosmic perspective, most human concerns seem insignificant, even petty. And yet our species is young and curious and brave and shows much promise. In the last few millennia we have made the most astonishing and unexpected discoveries about the Cosmos and our place within it, explorations that are exhilarating to consider. They remind us that humans have evolved to wonder, that understanding is a joy, that knowledge is prerequisite to survival. I believe our future depends powerfully on how well we understand this Cosmos in which we float like a mote of dust in the morning sky. ~ Carl Sagan,
87:The other day I told you the meaning of bhakti. It is to adore God with body, mind, and words. 'With body' means to serve and worship God with one's hands, go to holy places with one's feet, hear the chanting of the name and glories of God with one's ears, and behold the divine image with one's eyes. 'With mind' means to contemplate and meditate on God constantly and to remember and think of His lila. 'With words' means to sing hymns to Him and chant His name and glories.
Devotion as described by Narada is suited to the Kaliyuga. It means to chant constantly the name and glories of God. Let those who have no leisure worship God at least morning and evening by whole-heartedly chanting His name and clapping their hands. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
   Mother, I would like to know from you if it is good for me to devote more time to meditation than I am doing at present. I spend about two hours, morning and evening together. I am as yet not quite successful in meditation. My physical mind disturbs me a lot. I pray to you that it may become quiet and my psychic being may come out. It is so painful to find the mind working like a mad machine and the heart sleeping like a stone. Mother, let me feel your presence within my heart always.


The increase of time given to meditation is not very useful unless the urge for meditation comes spontaneously from inside and not from any arbitrary decision of the mind.
   My help, love and blessings are always with you.
   ~ The Mother, Words Of The Mother II,
89:Why level downward to our dullest perception always, and praise that as common sense? The commonest sense is the sense of men asleep, which they express by snoring. Sometimes we are inclined to class those who are once-and-a-half witted with the half-witted, because we appreciate only a third part of their wit. Some would find fault with the morning-red, if they ever got up early enough. "They pretend," as I hear, "that the verses of Kabir have four different senses; illusion, spirit, intellect, and the exoteric doctrine of the Vedas;" but in this part of the world it is considered a ground for complaint if a man's writings admit of more than one interpretation. While England endeavors to cure the potato-rot, will not any endeavor to cure the brain-rot, which prevails so much more widely and fatally? ~ Henry David Thoreau,
90:Because children have abounding vitality,
because they are in spirit fierce and free,
therefore they want things repeated and unchanged.
They always say, "Do it again";
and the grown-up person does it again
until he is nearly dead.
For grown-up people are not strong enough
to exult in monotony.

But perhaps God is strong enough
to exult in monotony.
It is possible that God says every morning,
"Do it again"
to the sun; and every evening,
"Do it again" to the moon.
It may not be automatic necessity
that makes all daisies alike;
it may be that God makes every daisy separately,
but has never got tired of making them.

It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy;
for we have sinned and grown old,
and our Father is younger than we."
~ G K Chesterton, Orthodoxy,
91:The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. ~ Robert Frost,
92:This Dog
   Every morning this dog, very attached to me,
   Quietly keeps sitting near my seat
   Till touching its head
   I recognize its company.
   This recognition gives it so much joy
   Pure delight ripples through its entire body.
   Among all dumb creatures
   It is the only living being
   That has seen the whole man
   Beyond what is good or bad in him
   It has seen
   For his love it can sacrifice its life
   It can love him too for the sake of love alone
   For it is he who shows the way
   To the vast world pulsating with life.
   When I see its deep devotion
   The offer of its whole being
   I fail to understand
   By its sheer instinct
   What truth it has discovered in man.
   By its silent anxious piteous looks
   It cannot communicate what it understands
   But it has succeeded in conveying to me
   Among the whole creation
   What is the true status of man.
   ~ Rabindranath Tagore,
93:When I am working on a book or a story I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you and it is cool or cold and you come to your work and warm as you write. You read what you have written and, as you always stop when you know what is going to happen next, you go on from there. You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day when you hit it again. You have started at six in the morning, say, and may go on until noon or be through before that. When you stop you are as empty, and at the same time never empty but filling, as when you have made love to someone you love. Nothing can hurt you, nothing can happen, nothing means anything until the next day when you do it again. It is the wait until the next day that is hard to get through. ~ Ernest Hemingway,
94:The way the dog trots out the front door
every morning
without a hat or an umbrella,
without any money
or the keys to her doghouse
never fails to fill the saucer of my heart
with milky admiration.

Who provides a finer example
of a life without encumbrance-
Thoreau in his curtainless hut
with a single plate, a single spoon?
Gandhi with his staff and his holy diapers?

Off she goes into the material world
with nothing but her brown coat
and her modest blue collar,
following only her wet nose,
the twin portals of her steady breathing,
followed only by the plume of her tail.

If only she did not shove the cat aside
every morning
and eat all his food
what a model of self-containment she
would be,
what a paragon of earthly detachment.
If only she were not so eager
for a rub behind the ears,
so acrobatic in her welcomes,
if only I were not her god. ~ Billy Collins, Dharma,
95:Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend, the cold, obscure shelter where moult the wings which will bear it farther than suns and stars. He who should inspire and lead his race must be defended from travelling with the souls of other men, from living, breathing, reading, and writing in the daily, time-worn yoke of their opinions. "In the morning, - solitude;" said Pythagoras; that Nature may speak to the imagination, as she does never in company, and that her favorite may make acquaintance with those divine strengths which disclose themselves to serious and abstracted thought. 'Tis very certain that Plato, Plotinus, Archimedes, Hermes, Newton, Milton, Wordsworth, did not live in a crowd, but descended into it from time to time as benefactors: and the wise instructor will press this point of securing to the young soul in the disposition of time and the arrangements of living, periods and habits of solitude. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
96:Inspiration is always a very uncertain thing; it comes when it chooses, stops suddenly before it has finished its work, refuses to descend when it is called. This is a well-known affliction, perhaps of all artists, but certainly of poets. There are some who can command it at will; those who, I think, are more full of an abundant poetic energy than careful for perfection; others who oblige it to come whenever they put pen to paper but with these the inspiration is either not of a high order or quite unequal in its levels. Again there are some who try to give it a habit of coming by always writing at the same time; Virgil with his nine lines first written, then perfected every morning, Milton with his fifty epic lines a day, are said to have succeeded in regularising their inspiration. It is, I suppose, the same principle which makes Gurus in India prescribe for their disciples a meditation at the same fixed hour every day. It succeeds partially of course, for some entirely, but not for everybody. For myself, when the inspiration did not come with a rush or in a stream,-for then there is no difficulty,-I had only one way, to allow a certain kind of incubation in which a large form of the thing to be done threw itself on the mind and then wait for the white heat in which the entire transcription could rapidly take place. But I think each poet has his own way of working and finds his own issue out of inspiration's incertitudes.
   ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Future Poetry, Inspiration and Effort - I,
97:The hours spent in meditation is no proof of spiritual progress. It is proof of your progress when you no longer have to make an effort to meditate. Then you have rather to make an effort to stop meditating: it becomes difficult to stop meditation, difficult to stop thinking of the Divine, difficult to come down to the ordinary consciousness. Then you are sure of progress, then you have made real progress when concentrating on the Divine is the necessity of your life, when you cannot do without it, when it continues naturally from morning to night whatever you may be engaged in doing. Whether you sit down to meditation or go about and do things and work, what is required of you is consciousness; that is the one need - to be constantly conscious of the Divine.
But is not sitting down to meditation an indispensable discipline, and does it not give a more intense and concentrated union with the Divine?
That may be. But a discipline in itself is not what we are seeking. What we are seeking is to be concentrated on the Divine in all that we do, at all times, in all our acts and in every movement. There are some here who have been told to meditate; but also there are others who have not been asked to do any meditation at all. But it must not be thought that they are not progressing. They too follow a discipline, but it is of another nature. To work, to act with devotion and an inner consecration is also a spiritual discipline. The final aim is to be in constant union with the Divine, not only in meditation but in all circumstances and in all the active life. ~ The Mother,
   How shall I welcome not this light
   Or, wakened by it, greet with doubt
   This beam as palpable to sight
   As visible to touch? How not,
   Old as I am and (some say) wise,
   Revive beneath her summer eyes?
   How not have all my nights and days,
   My spirit ranging far and wide,
   By recollections of her grace
   Enlightened and preoccupied?
   Preoccupied: the Morning Star
   How near the Sun and yet how far!
   Enlightened: true, but more than true,
   Or why must I discover there
   The meaning in this taintless dew,
   The dancing wave, this blessed air
   Enchanting in its morning dress
   And calm as everlastingness?
   The flame that in the heart resides
   Is parcel of that central Fire
   Whose energy is winds and tides-
   Is rooted deep in the Desire
   That smilingly unseals its power
   Each summer in each springing flower.
   Oh Lady Nature-Proserpine,
   Mistress of Gender, star-crowned Queen!
   Ah Rose of Sharon-Mistress mine,
   My teacher ere I turned fourteen,
   When first I hallowed from afar
   Your Beautyship in avatar!
   I sense the hidden thing you say,
   Your subtle whisper how the Word
   From Alpha on to Omega
   Made all things-you confide my Lord
   Himself-all, all this potent Frame,
   All save the riddle of your name.
   Wisdom! I heard a voice that said:
   "What riddle? What is that to you?
   How! By my follower betrayed!
   Look up-for shame! Now tell me true:
   Where meet you light, with love and grace?
   Still unacquainted with my face?"
   Dear God, the erring heart must live-
   Through strength and weakness, calm and glow-
   That answer Wisdom scorns to give.
   Much have I learned. One problem, though,
   I never shall unlock: Who then,
   Who made Sophia feminine?
   ~ Owen Barfield, 1978,
99:Disciple : What part does breathing exercise - Pranayama - play in bringing about the higher consciousness?

Sri Aurobindo : It sets the Pranic - vital - currents free and removes dullness of the brain so that the higher consciousness can come down. Pranayama does not bring dullness in the brain. My own experience, on the contrary, is that brain becomes illumined. When I was practising Pranayama at Baroda, I used to do it for about five hours in the day, - three hours in the morning and two in the evening. I found that the mind began to work with great illumination and power. I used to write poetry in those days. Before the Pranayama practice, usually I wrote five to eight lines per day; and about two hundred lines in a month. After the practice I could write 200 lines within half an hour. That was not the only result. Formerly my memory was dull. But after this practice I found that when the inspiration came I could remember all the lines in their order and write them down correctly at any time. Along with these enhanced functionings I could see an electrical activity all round the brain, and I could feel that it was made up of a subtle substance. I could feel everything as the working of that substance. That was far from your carbon-dioxide!

Disciple : How is it that Pranayama develops mental capacities? What part does it play in bringing about the higher consciousness?

Sri Aurobindo : It is the Pranic - vital - currents which sustain mental activity. When these currents are changed by Pranayama, they bring about a change in the brain. The cause of dullness of the brain is some obstruction in it which does not allow the higher thought to be communicated to it. When this obstruction is removed the higher mental being is able to communicate its action easily to the brain. When the higher consciousness is attained the brain does not become dull. My experience is that it becomes illumined.

~ Sri Aurobindo, A B Purani, Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo, 19-9-1926,
100:Who could have thought that this tanned young man with gentle, dreamy eyes, long wavy hair parted in the middle and falling to the neck, clad in a common coarse Ahmedabad dhoti, a close-fitting Indian jacket, and old-fashioned slippers with upturned toes, and whose face was slightly marked with smallpox, was no other than Mister Aurobindo Ghose, living treasure of French, Latin and Greek?" Actually, Sri Aurobindo was not yet through with books; the Western momentum was still there; he devoured books ordered from Bombay and Calcutta by the case. "Aurobindo would sit at his desk," his Bengali teacher continues, "and read by the light of an oil lamp till one in the morning, oblivious of the intolerable mosquito bites. I would see him seated there in the same posture for hours on end, his eyes fixed on his book, like a yogi lost in the contemplation of the Divine, unaware of all that went on around him. Even if the house had caught fire, it would not have broken this concentration." He read English, Russian, German, and French novels, but also, in ever larger numbers, the sacred books of India, the Upanishads, the Bhagavad Gita, the Ramayana, although he had never been in a temple except as an observer. "Once, having returned from the College," one of his friends recalls, "Sri Aurobindo sat down, picked up a book at random and started to read, while Z and some friends began a noisy game of chess. After half an hour, he put the book down and took a cup of tea. We had already seen him do this many times and were waiting eagerly for a chance to verify whether he read the books from cover to cover or only scanned a few pages here and there. Soon the test began. Z opened the book, read a line aloud and asked Sri Aurobindo to recite what followed. Sri Aurobindo concentrated for a moment, and then repeated the entire page without a single mistake. If he could read a hundred pages in half an hour, no wonder he could go through a case of books in such an incredibly short time." But Sri Aurobindo did not stop at the translations of the sacred texts; he began to study Sanskrit, which, typically, he learned by himself. When a subject was known to be difficult or impossible, he would refuse to take anyone's word for it, whether he were a grammarian, pandit, or clergyman, and would insist upon trying it himself. The method seemed to have some merit, for not only did he learn Sanskrit, but a few years later he discovered the lost meaning of the Veda. ~ Satprem, Sri Aurobindo Or The Adventure of Consciousness,
101:The madman.-
   Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place. and cried incessantly: "I seek God! I seek God!" -As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated? -Thus they yelled and laughed.
   The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. "Whither is God?" he cried; "I will tell you. We have killed him-you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward. forward. in all directions? be there still any up or down? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too. decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.
   "How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us-for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto."
   Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. "I have come too early," he said then: "my time is not yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light of the stars requires time; deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the most distant stars-and yet they have done it themselves... It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his reqttiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but: "What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God? ~ Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science, trans. Kaufmann,
102:Wake-Initiated Lucid Dreams (WILDS)
In the last chapter we talked about strategies for inducing lucid dreams by carrying an idea from the waking world into the dream, such as an intention to comprehend the dream state, a habit of critical state testing, or the recognition of a dreamsign. These strategies are intended to stimulate a dreamer to become lucid within a dream.
This chapter presents a completely different set of approaches to the world of lucid dreaming based on the idea of falling asleep consciously. This involves retaining consciousness while wakefulness is lost and allows direct entry into the lucid dream state without any loss of reflective consciousness. The basic idea has many variations.
While falling asleep, you can focus on hypnagogic (sleep onset) imagery, deliberate visualizations, your breath or heartbeat, the sensations in your body, your sense of self, and so on. If you keep the mind sufficiently active while the tendency to enter REM sleep is strong, you feel your body fall asleep, but you, that is to say, your consciousness, remains awake. The next thing you know, you will find yourself in the dream world, fully lucid.
These two different strategies for inducing lucidity result in two distinct types of lucid dreams. Experiences in which people consciously enter dreaming sleep are referred to as wake-initiated lucid dreams (WILDs), in contrast to dream-initiated lucid dreams (DILDs), in which people become lucid after having fallen asleep unconsciously. 1 The two kinds of lucid dreams differ in a number of ways. WILDs always happen in association with brief awakenings (sometimes only one or two seconds long) from and immediate return to REM sleep. The sleeper has a subjective impression of having been awake. This is not true of DILDs. Although both kinds of lucid dream are more likely to occur later in the night, the proportion of WILDs also increases with time of night. In other words, WILDs are most likely to occur the late morning hours or in afternoon naps. This is strikingly evident in my own record of lucid dreams. Of thirty-three lucid dreams from the first REM period of the night, only one (3 percent) was a WILD, compared with thirteen out of thirty-two (41 percent) lucid dreams from afternoon naps. 2 Generally speaking, WILDs are less frequent than DILDs; in a laboratory study of seventy-six lucid dreams, 72 percent were DILDs compared with 28 percent WILDs. 3 The proportion of WILDs observed in the laboratory seems, by my experience, to be considerably higher than the proportion of WILDs reported at home.
To take a specific example, WILDs account for only 5 percent of my home record of lucid dreams, but for 40 percent of my first fifteen lucid dreams in the laboratory. 4 Ibelieve there are two reasons for this highly significant difference: whenever I spentthe night in the sleep laboratory, I was highly conscious of every time I awakened andI made extraordinary efforts not to move more than necessary in order to minimizeinterference with the physiological recordings.
Thus, my awakenings from REM in the lab were more likely to lead toconscious returns to REM than awakenings at home when I was sleeping with neitherheightened consciousness of my environment and self nor any particular intent not tomove. This suggests that WILD induction techniques might be highly effective underthe proper conditions.
Paul Tholey notes that, while techniques for direct entry to the dream staterequire considerable practice in the beginning, they offer correspondingly greatrewards. 5 When mastered, these techniques (like MILD) can confer the capacity toinduce lucid dreams virtually at will. ~ Stephen LaBerge, Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming, 4 - Falling Asleep Consciously,
103:Death & Fame

When I die

I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery

But I want a big funeral St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in Manhattan

First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother 96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,

Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-in-law blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters their grandchildren, companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan--

Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche, there Sakyong Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting America, Satchitananda Swami Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche, Katagiri & Suzuki Roshi's phantoms Baker, Whalen, Daido Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau Roshis, Lama Tarchen --

Then, most important, lovers over half-century Dozens, a hundred, more, older fellows bald & rich young boys met naked recently in bed, crowds surprised to see each other, innumerable, intimate, exchanging memories

"He taught me to meditate, now I'm an old veteran of the thousandday retreat --"

"I played music on subway platforms, I'm straight but loved him he loved me"

"I felt more love from him at 19 than ever from anyone"

"We'd lie under covers gossip, read my poetry, hug & kiss belly to belly arms round each other"

"I'd always get into his bed with underwear on & by morning my skivvies would be on the floor"

"Japanese, always wanted take it up my bum with a master"

"We'd talk all night about Kerouac & Cassady sit Buddhalike then sleep in his captain's bed."

"He seemed to need so much affection, a shame not to make him happy"

"I was lonely never in bed nude with anyone before, he was so gentle my stomach shuddered when he traced his finger along my abdomen nipple to hips-- "

"All I did was lay back eyes closed, he'd bring me to come with mouth & fingers along my waist"

"He gave great head"

So there be gossip from loves of 1948, ghost of Neal Cassady commin-gling with flesh and youthful blood of 1997 and surprise -- "You too? But I thought you were straight!"

"I am but Ginsberg an exception, for some reason he pleased me."

"I forgot whether I was straight gay queer or funny, was myself, tender and affectionate to be kissed on the top of my head, my forehead throat heart & solar plexus, mid-belly. on my prick, tickled with his tongue my behind"

"I loved the way he'd recite 'But at my back allways hear/ time's winged chariot hurrying near,' heads together, eye to eye, on a pillow --"

Among lovers one handsome youth straggling the rear

"I studied his poetry class, 17 year-old kid, ran some errands to his walk-up flat, seduced me didn't want to, made me come, went home, never saw him again never wanted to... "

"He couldn't get it up but loved me," "A clean old man." "He made sure I came first"

This the crowd most surprised proud at ceremonial place of honor--

Then poets & musicians -- college boys' grunge bands -- age-old rock star Beatles, faithful guitar accompanists, gay classical con-ductors, unknown high Jazz music composers, funky trum-peters, bowed bass & french horn black geniuses, folksinger fiddlers with dobro tamborine harmonica mandolin auto-harp pennywhistles & kazoos

Next, artist Italian romantic realists schooled in mystic 60's India, Late fauve Tuscan painter-poets, Classic draftsman Massa-chusets surreal jackanapes with continental wives, poverty sketchbook gesso oil watercolor masters from American provinces

Then highschool teachers, lonely Irish librarians, delicate biblio-philes, sex liberation troops nay armies, ladies of either sex

"I met him dozens of times he never remembered my name I loved him anyway, true artist"

"Nervous breakdown after menopause, his poetry humor saved me from suicide hospitals"

"Charmant, genius with modest manners, washed sink, dishes my studio guest a week in Budapest"

Thousands of readers, "Howl changed my life in Libertyville Illinois"

"I saw him read Montclair State Teachers College decided be a poet-- "

"He turned me on, I started with garage rock sang my songs in Kansas City"

"Kaddish made me weep for myself & father alive in Nevada City"

"Father Death comforted me when my sister died Boston l982"

"I read what he said in a newsmagazine, blew my mind, realized others like me out there"

Deaf & Dumb bards with hand signing quick brilliant gestures

Then Journalists, editors's secretaries, agents, portraitists & photo-graphy aficionados, rock critics, cultured laborors, cultural historians come to witness the historic funeral Super-fans, poetasters, aging Beatnicks & Deadheads, autograph-hunters, distinguished paparazzi, intelligent gawkers

Everyone knew they were part of 'History" except the deceased who never knew exactly what was happening even when I was alive
February 22, 1997
~ Allen Ginsberg,
104:Attention on Hypnagogic Imagery The most common strategy for inducing WILDs is to fall asleep while focusing on the hypnagogic imagery that accompanies sleep onset. Initially, you are likely to see relatively simple images, flashes of light, geometric patterns, and the like.

Gradually more complicated forms appear: faces, people, and finally entire scenes. 6

The following account of what the Russian philosopher P. D. Ouspensky called "half-dream states" provides a vivid example of what hypnagogic imagery can be like:

I am falling asleep. Golden dots, sparks and tiny stars appear and disappear before my eyes. These sparks and stars gradually merge into a golden net with diagonal meshes which moves slowly and regularly in rhythm with the beating of my heart, which I feel quite distinctly. The next moment the golden net is transformed into rows of brass helmets belonging to Roman soldiers marching along the street below. I hear their measured tread and watch them from the window of a high house in Galata, in Constantinople, in a narrow lane, one end of which leads to the old wharf and the Golden Horn with its ships and steamers and the minarets of Stamboul behind them. I hear their heavy measured tread, and see the sun shining on their helmets. Then suddenly I detach myself from the window sill on which I am lying, and in the same reclining position fly slowly over the lane, over the houses, and then over the Golden Horn in the direction of Stamboul. I smell the sea, feel the wind, the warm sun. This flying gives me a wonderfully pleasant sensation, and I cannot help opening my eyes. 7

Ouspensky's half-dream states developed out of a habit of observing the contents of his mind while falling asleep or in half-sleep after awakening from a dream. He notes that they were much easier to observe in the morning after awakening than before sleep at the beginning of the night and did not occur at all "without definite efforts." 8

Dr. Nathan Rapport, an American psychiatrist, cultivated an approach to lucid dreaming very similar to Ouspensky's: "While in bed awaiting sleep, the experimenter interrupts his thoughts every few minutes with an effort to recall the mental item vanishing before each intrusion that inquisitive attention." 9 This habit is continued sleep itself, with results like the following:

Brilliant lights flashed, and a myriad of sparkles twinkled from a magnificent cut glass chandelier. Interesting as any stage extravaganza were the many quaintly detailed figurines upon a mantel against the distant, paneled wall adorned in rococo.

At the right a merry group of beauties and gallants in the most elegant attire of Victorian England idled away a pleasant occasion. This scene continued for [a] period of I was not aware, before I discovered that it was not reality, but a mental picture and that I was viewing it. Instantly it became an incommunicably beautiful vision. It was with the greatest stealth that my vaguely awakened mind began to peep: for I knew that these glorious shows end abruptly because of such intrusions.

I thought, "Have I here one of those mind pictures that are without motion?" As if in reply, one of the young ladies gracefully waltzed about the room. She returned to the group and immobility, with a smile lighting her pretty face, which was turned over her shoulder toward me. The entire color scheme was unobtrusive despite the kaleidoscopic sparkles of the chandelier, the exquisite blues and creamy pinks of the rich settings and costumes. I felt that only my interest in dreams brought my notice to the tints - delicate, yet all alive as if with inner illumination. 10

Hypnagogic Imagery Technique

1. Relax completely

While lying in bed, gently close your eyes and relax your head, neck, back, arms, and legs. Completely let go of all muscular and mental tension, and breathe slowly and restfully. Enjoy the feeling of relaxation and let go of your thoughts, worries, and concerns. If you have just awakened from sleep, you are probably sufficiently relaxed.

Otherwise, you may use either the progressive relaxation exercise (page 33) or the 61-point relaxation exercise (page 34) to relax more deeply. Let everything wind down,

slower and slower, more and more relaxed, until your mind becomes as serene as the calmest sea.

2. Observe the visual images

Gently focus your attention on the visual images that will gradually appear before your mind's eye. Watch how the images begin and end. Try to observe the images as delicately as possible, allowing them to be passively reflected in your mind as they unfold. Do not attempt to hold onto the images, but instead just watch without attachment or desire for action. While doing this, try to take the perspective of a detached observer as much as possible. At first you will see a sequence of disconnected, fleeting patterns and images. The images will gradually develop into scenes that become more and more complex, finally joining into extended sequences.

3. Enter the dream

When the imagery becomes a moving, vivid scenario, you should allow yourself to be passively drawn into the dream world. Do not try to actively enter the dream scene,

but instead continue to take a detached interest in the imagery. Let your involvement with what is happening draw you into the dream. But be careful of too much involvement and too little attention. Don't forget that you are dreaming now!


Probably the most difficult part of this technique to master is entering the dream at Step 3. The challenge is to develop a delicate vigilance, an unobtrusive observer perspective, from which you let yourself be drawn into the dream. As Paul Tholey has emphasized, "It is not desirable to want actively to enter into the scenery,

since such an intention as a rule causes the scenery to disappear." 11 A passive volition similar to that described in the section on autosuggestion in the previous chapter is required: in Tholey's words, "Instead of actively wanting to enter into the scenery, the subject should attempt to let himself be carried into it passively." 12 A Tibetan teacher advises a similar frame of mind: "While delicately observing the mind, lead it gently into the dream state, as though you were leading a child by the hand." 13

Another risk is that, once you have entered into the dream, the world can seem so realistic that it is easy to lose lucidity, as happened in the beginning of Rapport's WILD described above. As insurance in case this happens, Tholey recommends that you resolve to carry out a particular action in the dream, so that if you momentarily lose lucidity, you may remember your intention to carry out the action and thereby regain lucidity.
~ Stephen LaBerge, Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming,
   Why do we forget our dreams?

Because you do not dream always at the same place. It is not always the same part of your being that dreams and it is not at the same place that you dream. If you were in conscious, direct, continuous communication with all the parts of your being, you would remember all your dreams. But very few parts of the being are in communication.

   For example, you have a dream in the subtle physical, that is to say, quite close to the physical. Generally, these dreams occur in the early hours of the morning, that is between four and five o'clock, at the end of the sleep. If you do not make a sudden movement when you wake up, if you remain very quiet, very still and a little attentive - quietly attentive - and concentrated, you will remember them, for the communication between the subtle physical and the physical is established - very rarely is there no communication.

   Now, dreams are mostly forgotten because you have a dream while in a certain state and then pass into another. For instance, when you sleep, your body is asleep, your vital is asleep, but your mind is still active. So your mind begins to have dreams, that is, its activity is more or less coordinated, the imagination is very active and you see all kinds of things, take part in extraordinary happenings.... After some time, all that calms down and the mind also begins to doze. The vital that was resting wakes up; it comes out of the body, walks about, goes here and there, does all kinds of things, reacts, sometimes fights, and finally eats. It does all kinds of things. The vital is very adventurous. It watches. When it is heroic it rushes to save people who are in prison or to destroy enemies or it makes wonderful discoveries. But this pushes back the whole mental dream very far behind. It is rubbed off, forgotten: naturally you cannot remember it because the vital dream takes its place. But if you wake up suddenly at that moment, you remember it. There are people who have made the experiment, who have got up at certain fixed hours of the night and when they wake up suddenly, they do remember. You must not move brusquely, but awake in the natural course, then you remember.

   After a time, the vital having taken a good stroll, needs to rest also, and so it goes into repose and quietness, quite tired at the end of all kinds of adventures. Then something else wakes up. Let us suppose that it is the subtle physical that goes for a walk. It starts moving and begins wandering, seeing the rooms and... why, this thing that was there, but it has come here and that other thing which was in that room is now in this one, and so on. If you wake up without stirring, you remembeR But this has pushed away far to the back of the consciousness all the stories of the vital. They are forgotten and so you cannot recollect your dreams. But if at the time of waking up you are not in a hurry, you are not obliged to leave your bed, on the contrary you can remain there as long as you wish, you need not even open your eyes; you keep your head exactly where it was and you make yourself like a tranquil mirror within and concentrate there. You catch just a tiny end of the tail of your dream. You catch it and start pulling gently, without stirring in the least. You begin pulling quite gently, and then first one part comes, a little later another. You go backward; the last comes up first. Everything goes backward, slowly, and suddenly the whole dream reappears: "Ah, there! it was like that." Above all, do not jump up, do not stir; you repeat the dream to yourself several times - once, twice - until it becomes clear in all its details. Once that dream is settled, you continue not to stir, you try to go further in, and suddenly you catch the tail of something else. It is more distant, more vague, but you can still seize it. And here also you hang on, get hold of it and pull, and you see that everything changes and you enter another world; all of a sudden you have an extraordinary adventure - it is another dream. You follow the same process. You repeat the dream to yourself once, twice, until you are sure of it. You remain very quiet all the time. Then you begin to penetrate still more deeply into yourself, as though you were going in very far, very far; and again suddenly you see a vague form, you have a feeling, a sensation... like a current of air, a slight breeze, a little breath; and you say, "Well, well...." It takes a form, it becomes clear - and the third category comes. You must have a lot of time, a lot of patience, you must be very quiet in your mind and body, very quiet, and you can tell the story of your whole night from the end right up to the beginning.

   Even without doing this exercise which is very long and difficult, in order to recollect a dream, whether it be the last one or the one in the middle that has made a violent impression on your being, you must do what I have said when you wake up: take particular care not even to move your head on the pillow, remain absolutely still and let the dream return.

   Some people do not have a passage between one state and another, there is a little gap and so they leap from one to the other; there is no highway passing through all the states of being with no break of the consciousness. A small dark hole, and you do not remember. It is like a precipice across which one has to extend the consciousness. To build a bridge takes a very long time; it takes much longer than building a physical bridge.... Very few people want to and know how to do it. They may have had magnificent activities, they do not remember them or sometimes only the last, the nearest, the most physical activity, with an uncoordinated movement - dreams having no sense.

   But there are as many different kinds of nights and sleep as there are different days and activities. There are not many days that are alike, each day is different. The days are not the same, the nights are not the same. You and your friends are doing apparently the same thing, but for each one it is very different. And each one must have his own procedure.

   Why are two dreams never alike?

Because all things are different. No two minutes are alike in the universe and it will be so till the end of the universe, no two minutes will ever be alike. And men obstinately want to make rules! One must do this and not that.... Well! we must let people please themselves.

   You could have put to me a very interesting question: "Why am I fourteen years old today?" Intelligent people will say: "It is because it is the fourteenth year since you were born." That is the answer of someone who believes himself to be very intelligent. But there is another reason. I shall tell this to you alone.... I have drowned you all sufficiently well! Now you must begin to learn swimming!

   ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1953, 36?,
106:How to Meditate
Deep meditation is a mental procedure that utilizes the nature of the mind to systematically bring the mind to rest. If the mind is given the opportunity, it will go to rest with no effort. That is how the mind works.
Indeed, effort is opposed to the natural process of deep meditation. The mind always seeks the path of least resistance to express itself. Most of the time this is by making more and more thoughts. But it is also possible to create a situation in the mind that turns the path of least resistance into one leading to fewer and fewer thoughts. And, very soon, no thoughts at all. This is done by using a particular thought in a particular way. The thought is called a mantra.
For our practice of deep meditation, we will use the thought - I AM. This will be our mantra.
It is for the sound that we will use I AM, not for the meaning of it.
The meaning has an obvious significance in English, and I AM has a religious meaning in the English Bible as well. But we will not use I AM for the meaning - only for the sound. We can also spell it AYAM. No meaning there, is there? Only the sound. That is what we want. If your first language is not English, you may spell the sound phonetically in your own language if you wish. No matter how we spell it, it will be the same sound. The power of the sound ...I AM... is great when thought inside. But only if we use a particular procedure. Knowing this procedure is the key to successful meditation. It is very simple. So simple that we will devote many pages here to discussing how to keep it simple, because we all have a tendency to make things more complicated. Maintaining simplicity is the key to right meditation.
Here is the procedure of deep meditation: While sitting comfortably with eyes closed, we'll just relax. We will notice thoughts, streams of thoughts. That is fine. We just let them go by without minding them. After about a minute, we gently introduce the mantra, ...I AM...
We think the mantra in a repetition very easily inside. The speed of repetition may vary, and we do not mind it. We do not intone the mantra out loud. We do not deliberately locate the mantra in any particular part of the body. Whenever we realize we are not thinking the mantra inside anymore, we come back to it easily. This may happen many times in a sitting, or only once or twice. It doesn't matter. We follow this procedure of easily coming back to the mantra when we realize we are off it for the predetermined time of our meditation session. That's it.
Very simple.
Typically, the way we will find ourselves off the mantra will be in a stream of other thoughts. This is normal. The mind is a thought machine, remember? Making thoughts is what it does. But, if we are meditating, as soon as we realize we are off into a stream of thoughts, no matter how mundane or profound, we just easily go back to the mantra.
Like that. We don't make a struggle of it. The idea is not that we have to be on the mantra all the time. That is not the objective. The objective is to easily go back to it when we realize we are off it. We just favor the mantra with our attention when we notice we are not thinking it. If we are back into a stream of other thoughts five seconds later, we don't try and force the thoughts out. Thoughts are a normal part of the deep meditation process. We just ease back to the mantra again. We favor it.
Deep meditation is a going toward, not a pushing away from. We do that every single time with the mantra when we realize we are off it - just easily favoring it. It is a gentle persuasion. No struggle. No fuss. No iron willpower or mental heroics are necessary for this practice. All such efforts are away from the simplicity of deep meditation and will reduce its effectiveness.
As we do this simple process of deep meditation, we will at some point notice a change in the character of our inner experience. The mantra may become very refined and fuzzy. This is normal. It is perfectly all right to think the mantra in a very refined and fuzzy way if this is the easiest. It should always be easy - never a struggle. Other times, we may lose track of where we are for a while, having no mantra, or stream of thoughts either. This is fine too. When we realize we have been off somewhere, we just ease back to the mantra again. If we have been very settled with the mantra being barely recognizable, we can go back to that fuzzy level of it, if it is the easiest. As the mantra refines, we are riding it inward with our attention to progressively deeper levels of inner silence in the mind. So it is normal for the mantra to become very faint and fuzzy. We cannot force this to happen. It will happen naturally as our nervous system goes through its many cycles ofinner purification stimulated by deep meditation. When the mantra refines, we just go with it. And when the mantra does not refine, we just be with it at whatever level is easy. No struggle. There is no objective to attain, except to continue the simple procedure we are describing here.

When and Where to Meditate
How long and how often do we meditate? For most people, twenty minutes is the best duration for a meditation session. It is done twice per day, once before the morning meal and day's activity, and then again before the evening meal and evening's activity.
Try to avoid meditating right after eating or right before bed.
Before meal and activity is the ideal time. It will be most effective and refreshing then. Deep meditation is a preparation for activity, and our results over time will be best if we are active between our meditation sessions. Also, meditation is not a substitute for sleep. The ideal situation is a good balance between meditation, daily activity and normal sleep at night. If we do this, our inner experience will grow naturally over time, and our outer life will become enriched by our growing inner silence.
A word on how to sit in meditation: The first priority is comfort. It is not desirable to sit in a way that distracts us from the easy procedure of meditation. So sitting in a comfortable chair with back support is a good way to meditate. Later on, or if we are already familiar, there can be an advantage to sitting with legs crossed, also with back support. But always with comfort and least distraction being the priority. If, for whatever reason, crossed legs are not feasible for us, we will do just fine meditating in our comfortable chair. There will be no loss of the benefits.
Due to commitments we may have, the ideal routine of meditation sessions will not always be possible. That is okay. Do the best you can and do not stress over it. Due to circumstances beyond our control, sometimes the only time we will have to meditate will be right after a meal, or even later in the evening near bedtime. If meditating at these times causes a little disruption in our system, we will know it soon enough and make the necessary adjustments. The main thing is that we do our best to do two meditations every day, even if it is only a short session between our commitments. Later on, we will look at the options we have to make adjustments to address varying outer circumstances, as well as inner experiences that can come up.
Before we go on, you should try a meditation. Find a comfortable place to sit where you are not likely to be interrupted and do a short meditation, say ten minutes, and see how it goes. It is a toe in the water.
Make sure to take a couple of minutes at the end sitting easily without doing the procedure of meditation. Then open your eyes slowly. Then read on here.
As you will see, the simple procedure of deep meditation and it's resulting experiences will raise some questions. We will cover many of them here.
So, now we will move into the practical aspects of deep meditation - your own experiences and initial symptoms of the growth of your own inner silence. ~ Yogani, Deep Meditation,
107:The Supreme Discovery
   IF WE want to progress integrally, we must build within our conscious being a strong and pure mental synthesis which can serve us as a protection against temptations from outside, as a landmark to prevent us from going astray, as a beacon to light our way across the moving ocean of life.
   Each individual should build up this mental synthesis according to his own tendencies and affinities and aspirations. But if we want it to be truly living and luminous, it must be centred on the idea that is the intellectual representation symbolising That which is at the centre of our being, That which is our life and our light.
   This idea, expressed in sublime words, has been taught in various forms by all the great Instructors in all lands and all ages.
   The Self of each one and the great universal Self are one. Since all that is exists from all eternity in its essence and principle, why make a distinction between the being and its origin, between ourselves and what we place at the beginning?
   The ancient traditions rightly said:
   "Our origin and ourselves, our God and ourselves are one."
   And this oneness should not be understood merely as a more or less close and intimate relationship of union, but as a true identity.
   Thus, when a man who seeks the Divine attempts to reascend by degrees towards the inaccessible, he forgets that all his knowledge and all his intuition cannot take him one step forward in this infinite; neither does he know that what he wants to attain, what he believes to be so far from him, is within him.
   For how could he know anything of the origin until he becomes conscious of this origin in himself?
   It is by understanding himself, by learning to know himself, that he can make the supreme discovery and cry out in wonder like the patriarch in the Bible, "The house of God is here and I knew it not."
   That is why we must express that sublime thought, creatrix of the material worlds, and make known to all the word that fills the heavens and the earth, "I am in all things and all beings."When all shall know this, the promised day of great transfigurations will be at hand. When in each atom of Matter men shall recognise the indwelling thought of God, when in each living creature they shall perceive some hint of a gesture of God, when each man can see God in his brother, then dawn will break, dispelling the darkness, the falsehood, the ignorance, the error and suffering that weigh upon all Nature. For, "all Nature suffers and laments as she awaits the revelation of the Sons of God."
   This indeed is the central thought epitomising all others, the thought which should be ever present to our remembrance as the sun that illumines all life.
   That is why I remind you of it today. For if we follow our path bearing this thought in our hearts like the rarest jewel, the most precious treasure, if we allow it to do its work of illumination and transfiguration within us, we shall know that it lives in the centre of all beings and all things, and in it we shall feel the marvellous oneness of the universe.
   Then we shall understand the vanity and childishness of our meagre satisfactions, our foolish quarrels, our petty passions, our blind indignations. We shall see the dissolution of our little faults, the crumbling of the last entrenchments of our limited personality and our obtuse egoism. We shall feel ourselves being swept along by this sublime current of true spirituality which will deliver us from our narrow limits and bounds.
   The individual Self and the universal Self are one; in every world, in every being, in every thing, in every atom is the Divine Presence, and man's mission is to manifest it.
   In order to do that, he must become conscious of this Divine Presence within him. Some individuals must undergo a real apprenticeship in order to achieve this: their egoistic being is too all-absorbing, too rigid, too conservative, and their struggles against it are long and painful. Others, on the contrary, who are more impersonal, more plastic, more spiritualised, come easily into contact with the inexhaustible divine source of their being.But let us not forget that they too should devote themselves daily, constantly, to a methodical effort of adaptation and transformation, so that nothing within them may ever again obscure the radiance of that pure light.
   But how greatly the standpoint changes once we attain this deeper consciousness! How understanding widens, how compassion grows!
   On this a sage has said:
   "I would like each one of us to come to the point where he perceives the inner God who dwells even in the vilest of human beings; instead of condemning him we would say, 'Arise, O resplendent Being, thou who art ever pure, who knowest neither birth nor death; arise, Almighty One, and manifest thy nature.'"
   Let us live by this beautiful utterance and we shall see everything around us transformed as if by miracle.
   This is the attitude of true, conscious and discerning love, the love which knows how to see behind appearances, understand in spite of words, and which, amid all obstacles, is in constant communion with the depths.
   What value have our impulses and our desires, our anguish and our violence, our sufferings and our struggles, all these inner vicissitudes unduly dramatised by our unruly imagination - what value do they have before this great, this sublime and divine love bending over us from the innermost depths of our being, bearing with our weaknesses, rectifying our errors, healing our wounds, bathing our whole being with its regenerating streams?
   For the inner Godhead never imposes herself, she neither demands nor threatens; she offers and gives herself, conceals and forgets herself in the heart of all beings and things; she never accuses, she neither judges nor curses nor condemns, but works unceasingly to perfect without constraint, to mend without reproach, to encourage without impatience, to enrich each one with all the wealth he can receive; she is the mother whose love bears fruit and nourishes, guards and protects, counsels and consoles; because she understands everything, she can endure everything, excuse and pardon everything, hope and prepare for everything; bearing everything within herself, she owns nothing that does not belong to all, and because she reigns over all, she is the servant of all; that is why all, great and small, who want to be kings with her and gods in her, become, like her, not despots but servitors among their brethren.
   How beautiful is this humble role of servant, the role of all who have been revealers and heralds of the God who is within all, of the Divine Love that animates all things....
   And until we can follow their example and become true servants even as they, let us allow ourselves to be penetrated and transformed by this Divine Love; let us offer Him, without reserve, this marvellous instrument, our physical organism. He shall make it yield its utmost on every plane of activity.
   To achieve this total self-consecration, all means are good, all methods have their value. The one thing needful is to persevere in our will to attain this goal. For then everything we study, every action we perform, every human being we meet, all come to bring us an indication, a help, a light to guide us on the path.
   Before I close, I shall add a few pages for those who have already made apparently fruitless efforts, for those who have encountered the pitfalls on the way and seen the measure of their weakness, for those who are in danger of losing their self-confidence and courage. These pages, intended to rekindle hope in the hearts of those who suffer, were written by a spiritual worker at a time when ordeals of every kind were sweeping down on him like purifying flames.
   You who are weary, downcast and bruised, you who fall, who think perhaps that you are defeated, hear the voice of a friend. He knows your sorrows, he has shared them, he has suffered like you from the ills of the earth; like you he has crossed many deserts under the burden of the day, he has known thirst and hunger, solitude and abandonment, and the cruellest of all wants, the destitution of the heart. Alas! he has known too the hours of doubt, the errors, the faults, the failings, every weakness.
   But he tells you: Courage! Hearken to the lesson that the rising sun brings to the earth with its first rays each morning. It is a lesson of hope, a message of solace.
   You who weep, who suffer and tremble, who dare not expect an end to your ills, an issue to your pangs, behold: there is no night without dawn and the day is about to break when darkness is thickest; there is no mist that the sun does not dispel, no cloud that it does not gild, no tear that it will not dry one day, no storm that is not followed by its shining triumphant bow; there is no snow that it does not melt, nor winter that it does not change into radiant spring.
   And for you too, there is no affliction which does not bring its measure of glory, no distress which cannot be transformed into joy, nor defeat into victory, nor downfall into higher ascension, nor solitude into radiating centre of life, nor discord into harmony - sometimes it is a misunderstanding between two minds that compels two hearts to open to mutual communion; lastly, there is no infinite weakness that cannot be changed into strength. And it is even in supreme weakness that almightiness chooses to reveal itself!
   Listen, my little child, you who today feel so broken, so fallen perhaps, who have nothing left, nothing to cover your misery and foster your pride: never before have you been so great! How close to the summits is he who awakens in the depths, for the deeper the abyss, the more the heights reveal themselves!
   Do you not know this, that the most sublime forces of the vasts seek to array themselves in the most opaque veils of Matter? Oh, the sublime nuptials of sovereign love with the obscurest plasticities, of the shadow's yearning with the most royal light!
   If ordeal or fault has cast you down, if you have sunk into the nether depths of suffering, do not grieve - for there indeed the divine love and the supreme blessing can reach you! Because you have passed through the crucible of purifying sorrows, the glorious ascents are yours.
   You are in the wilderness: then listen to the voices of the silence. The clamour of flattering words and outer applause has gladdened your ears, but the voices of the silence will gladden your soul and awaken within you the echo of the depths, the chant of divine harmonies!
   You are walking in the depths of night: then gather the priceless treasures of the night. In bright sunshine, the ways of intelligence are lit, but in the white luminosities of the night lie the hidden paths of perfection, the secret of spiritual riches.
   You are being stripped of everything: that is the way towards plenitude. When you have nothing left, everything will be given to you. Because for those who are sincere and true, from the worst always comes the best.
   Every grain that is sown in the earth produces a thousand. Every wing-beat of sorrow can be a soaring towards glory.
   And when the adversary pursues man relentlessly, everything he does to destroy him only makes him greater.
   Hear the story of the worlds, look: the great enemy seems to triumph. He casts the beings of light into the night, and the night is filled with stars. He rages against the cosmic working, he assails the integrity of the empire of the sphere, shatters its harmony, divides and subdivides it, scatters its dust to the four winds of infinity, and lo! the dust is changed into a golden seed, fertilising the infinite and peopling it with worlds which now gravitate around their eternal centre in the larger orbit of space - so that even division creates a richer and deeper unity, and by multiplying the surfaces of the material universe, enlarges the empire that it set out to destroy.
   Beautiful indeed was the song of the primordial sphere cradled in the bosom of immensity, but how much more beautiful and triumphant is the symphony of the constellations, the music of the spheres, the immense choir that fills the heavens with an eternal hymn of victory!
   Hear again: no state was ever more precarious than that of man when he was separated on earth from his divine origin. Above him stretched the hostile borders of the usurper, and at his horizon's gates watched jailers armed with flaming swords. Then, since he could climb no more to the source of life, the source arose within him; since he could no more receive the light from above, the light shone forth at the very centre of his being; since he could commune no more with the transcendent love, that love offered itself in a holocaust and chose each terrestrial being, each human self as its dwelling-place and sanctuary.
   That is how, in this despised and desolate but fruitful and blessed Matter, each atom contains a divine thought, each being carries within him the Divine Inhabitant. And if no being in all the universe is as frail as man, neither is any as divine as he!
   In truth, in truth, in humiliation lies the cradle of glory! 28 April 1912 ~ The Mother, Words Of Long Ago, The Supreme Discovery,
108:It does not matter if you do not understand it - Savitri, read it always. You will see that every time you read it, something new will be revealed to you. Each time you will get a new glimpse, each time a new experience; things which were not there, things you did not understand arise and suddenly become clear. Always an unexpected vision comes up through the words and lines. Every time you try to read and understand, you will see that something is added, something which was hidden behind is revealed clearly and vividly. I tell you the very verses you have read once before, will appear to you in a different light each time you re-read them. This is what happens invariably. Always your experience is enriched, it is a revelation at each step.

But you must not read it as you read other books or newspapers. You must read with an empty head, a blank and vacant mind, without there being any other thought; you must concentrate much, remain empty, calm and open; then the words, rhythms, vibrations will penetrate directly to this white page, will put their stamp upon the brain, will explain themselves without your making any effort.

Savitri alone is sufficient to make you climb to the highest peaks. If truly one knows how to meditate on Savitri, one will receive all the help one needs. For him who wishes to follow this path, it is a concrete help as though the Lord himself were taking you by the hand and leading you to the destined goal. And then, every question, however personal it may be, has its answer here, every difficulty finds its solution herein; indeed there is everything that is necessary for doing the Yoga.

*He has crammed the whole universe in a single book.* It is a marvellous work, magnificent and of an incomparable perfection.

You know, before writing Savitri Sri Aurobindo said to me, *I am impelled to launch on a new adventure; I was hesitant in the beginning, but now I am decided. Still, I do not know how far I shall succeed. I pray for help.* And you know what it was? It was - before beginning, I warn you in advance - it was His way of speaking, so full of divine humility and modesty. He never... *asserted Himself*. And the day He actually began it, He told me: *I have launched myself in a rudderless boat upon the vastness of the Infinite.* And once having started, He wrote page after page without intermission, as though it were a thing already complete up there and He had only to transcribe it in ink down here on these pages.

In truth, the entire form of Savitri has descended "en masse" from the highest region and Sri Aurobindo with His genius only arranged the lines - in a superb and magnificent style. Sometimes entire lines were revealed and He has left them intact; He worked hard, untiringly, so that the inspiration could come from the highest possible summit. And what a work He has created! Yes, it is a true creation in itself. It is an unequalled work. Everything is there, and it is put in such a simple, such a clear form; verses perfectly harmonious, limpid and eternally true. My child, I have read so many things, but I have never come across anything which could be compared with Savitri. I have studied the best works in Greek, Latin, English and of course French literature, also in German and all the great creations of the West and the East, including the great epics; but I repeat it, I have not found anywhere anything comparable with Savitri. All these literary works seems to me empty, flat, hollow, without any deep reality - apart from a few rare exceptions, and these too represent only a small fraction of what Savitri is. What grandeur, what amplitude, what reality: it is something immortal and eternal He has created. I tell you once again there is nothing like in it the whole world. Even if one puts aside the vision of the reality, that is, the essential substance which is the heart of the inspiration, and considers only the lines in themselves, one will find them unique, of the highest classical kind. What He has created is something man cannot imagine. For, everything is there, everything.

It may then be said that Savitri is a revelation, it is a meditation, it is a quest of the Infinite, the Eternal. If it is read with this aspiration for Immortality, the reading itself will serve as a guide to Immortality. To read Savitri is indeed to practice Yoga, spiritual concentration; one can find there all that is needed to realise the Divine. Each step of Yoga is noted here, including the secret of all other Yogas. Surely, if one sincerely follows what is revealed here in each line one will reach finally the transformation of the Supramental Yoga. It is truly the infallible guide who never abandons you; its support is always there for him who wants to follow the path. Each verse of Savitri is like a revealed Mantra which surpasses all that man possessed by way of knowledge, and I repeat this, the words are expressed and arranged in such a way that the sonority of the rhythm leads you to the origin of sound, which is OM.

My child, yes, everything is there: mysticism, occultism, philosophy, the history of evolution, the history of man, of the gods, of creation, of Nature. How the universe was created, why, for what purpose, what destiny - all is there. You can find all the answers to all your questions there. Everything is explained, even the future of man and of the evolution, all that nobody yet knows. He has described it all in beautiful and clear words so that spiritual adventurers who wish to solve the mysteries of the world may understand it more easily. But this mystery is well hidden behind the words and lines and one must rise to the required level of true consciousness to discover it. All prophesies, all that is going to come is presented with the precise and wonderful clarity. Sri Aurobindo gives you here the key to find the Truth, to discover the Consciousness, to solve the problem of what the universe is. He has also indicated how to open the door of the Inconscience so that the light may penetrate there and transform it. He has shown the path, the way to liberate oneself from the ignorance and climb up to the superconscience; each stage, each plane of consciousness, how they can be scaled, how one can cross even the barrier of death and attain immortality. You will find the whole journey in detail, and as you go forward you can discover things altogether unknown to man. That is Savitri and much more yet. It is a real experience - reading Savitri. All the secrets that man possessed, He has revealed, - as well as all that awaits him in the future; all this is found in the depth of Savitri. But one must have the knowledge to discover it all, the experience of the planes of consciousness, the experience of the Supermind, even the experience of the conquest of Death. He has noted all the stages, marked each step in order to advance integrally in the integral Yoga.

All this is His own experience, and what is most surprising is that it is my own experience also. It is my sadhana which He has worked out. Each object, each event, each realisation, all the descriptions, even the colours are exactly what I saw and the words, phrases are also exactly what I heard. And all this before having read the book. I read Savitri many times afterwards, but earlier, when He was writing He used to read it to me. Every morning I used to hear Him read Savitri. During the night He would write and in the morning read it to me. And I observed something curious, that day after day the experiences He read out to me in the morning were those I had had the previous night, word by word. Yes, all the descriptions, the colours, the pictures I had seen, the words I had heard, all, all, I heard it all, put by Him into poetry, into miraculous poetry. Yes, they were exactly my experiences of the previous night which He read out to me the following morning. And it was not just one day by chance, but for days and days together. And every time I used to compare what He said with my previous experiences and they were always the same. I repeat, it was not that I had told Him my experiences and that He had noted them down afterwards, no, He knew already what I had seen. It is my experiences He has presented at length and they were His experiences also. It is, moreover, the picture of Our joint adventure into the unknown or rather into the Supermind.

These are experiences lived by Him, realities, supracosmic truths. He experienced all these as one experiences joy or sorrow, physically. He walked in the darkness of inconscience, even in the neighborhood of death, endured the sufferings of perdition, and emerged from the mud, the world-misery to breathe the sovereign plenitude and enter the supreme Ananda. He crossed all these realms, went through the consequences, suffered and endured physically what one cannot imagine. Nobody till today has suffered like Him. He accepted suffering to transform suffering into the joy of union with the Supreme. It is something unique and incomparable in the history of the world. It is something that has never happened before, He is the first to have traced the path in the Unknown, so that we may be able to walk with certitude towards the Supermind. He has made the work easy for us. Savitri is His whole Yoga of transformation, and this Yoga appears now for the first time in the earth-consciousness.

And I think that man is not yet ready to receive it. It is too high and too vast for him. He cannot understand it, grasp it, for it is not by the mind that one can understand Savitri. One needs spiritual experiences in order to understand and assimilate it. The farther one advances on the path of Yoga, the more does one assimilate and the better. No, it is something which will be appreciated only in the future, it is the poetry of tomorrow of which He has spoken in The Future Poetry. It is too subtle, too refined, - it is not in the mind or through the mind, it is in meditation that Savitri is revealed.

And men have the audacity to compare it with the work of Virgil or Homer and to find it inferior. They do not understand, they cannot understand. What do they know? Nothing at all. And it is useless to try to make them understand. Men will know what it is, but in a distant future. It is only the new race with a new consciousness which will be able to understand. I assure you there is nothing under the blue sky to compare with Savitri. It is the mystery of mysteries. It is a *super-epic,* it is super-literature, super-poetry, super-vision, it is a super-work even if one considers the number of lines He has written. No, these human words are not adequate to describe Savitri. Yes, one needs superlatives, hyperboles to describe it. It is a hyper-epic. No, words express nothing of what Savitri is, at least I do not find them. It is of immense value - spiritual value and all other values; it is eternal in its subject, and infinite in its appeal, miraculous in its mode and power of execution; it is a unique thing, the more you come into contact with it, the higher will you be uplifted. Ah, truly it is something! It is the most beautiful thing He has left for man, the highest possible. What is it? When will man know it? When is he going to lead a life of truth? When is he going to accept this in his life? This yet remains to be seen.

My child, every day you are going to read Savitri; read properly, with the right attitude, concentrating a little before opening the pages and trying to keep the mind as empty as possible, absolutely without a thought. The direct road is through the heart. I tell you, if you try to really concentrate with this aspiration you can light the flame, the psychic flame, the flame of purification in a very short time, perhaps in a few days. What you cannot do normally, you can do with the help of Savitri. Try and you will see how very different it is, how new, if you read with this attitude, with this something at the back of your consciousness; as though it were an offering to Sri Aurobindo. You know it is charged, fully charged with consciousness; as if Savitri were a being, a real guide. I tell you, whoever, wanting to practice Yoga, tries sincerely and feels the necessity for it, will be able to climb with the help of Savitri to the highest rung of the ladder of Yoga, will be able to find the secret that Savitri represents. And this without the help of a Guru. And he will be able to practice it anywhere. For him Savitri alone will be the guide, for all that he needs he will find Savitri. If he remains very quiet when before a difficulty, or when he does not know where to turn to go forward and how to overcome obstacles, for all these hesitations and incertitudes which overwhelm us at every moment, he will have the necessary indications, and the necessary concrete help. If he remains very calm, open, if he aspires sincerely, always he will be as if lead by the hand. If he has faith, the will to give himself and essential sincerity he will reach the final goal.

Indeed, Savitri is something concrete, living, it is all replete, packed with consciousness, it is the supreme knowledge above all human philosophies and religions. It is the spiritual path, it is Yoga, Tapasya, Sadhana, in its single body. Savitri has an extraordinary power, it gives out vibrations for him who can receive them, the true vibrations of each stage of consciousness. It is incomparable, it is truth in its plenitude, the Truth Sri Aurobindo brought down on the earth. My child, one must try to find the secret that Savitri represents, the prophetic message Sri Aurobindo reveals there for us. This is the work before you, it is hard but it is worth the trouble. - 5 November 1967

~ The Mother, Sweet Mother, The Mother to Mona Sarkar, [T0],


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47:They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father." ~ emily-dickinson, @wisdomtrove
48:Good morning, Dr. Chandra. This is Hal. I am ready for my first lesson. ~ arthur-c-carke, @wisdomtrove
49:I never knew of a morning in Africa when I woke that I was not happy. ~ ernest-hemingway, @wisdomtrove
50:I roll out of my couch every morning with the more agreeable expectations. ~ h-l-mencken, @wisdomtrove
51:The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
52:Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker. ~ ovid, @wisdomtrove
53:Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
54:In the dew of little things, the heart finds it's morning and is refreshed. ~ kahlil-gibran, @wisdomtrove
55:He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. ~ john-dryden, @wisdomtrove
56:My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley. ~ victor-hugo, @wisdomtrove
57:The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue. ~ dorothy-parker, @wisdomtrove
58:A morning glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.   ~ walt-whitman, @wisdomtrove
59:Reading the morning newspaper is the realist's morning prayer. ~ georg-wilhelm-friedrich-hegel, @wisdomtrove
60:The morning paper is just as necessary for an American as dew is to the grass. ~ josh-billings, @wisdomtrove
61:Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove
62:If I hear the way of truth in the morning, I am content even to die in the evening. ~ confucius, @wisdomtrove
63:The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove
64:It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea. ~ richard-bach, @wisdomtrove
65:If a man in the morning hear the right way, he may die in the evening without regret. ~ confucius, @wisdomtrove
66:So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill. ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
67:I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning. ~ ursula-k-le-guin, @wisdomtrove
68:There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days, ~ oliver-wendell-holmes-jr, @wisdomtrove
69:Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read. ~ omar-khayyam, @wisdomtrove
70:Every day is a renewal, every morning the daily miracle. This joy you feel is life. ~ gertrude-stein, @wisdomtrove
71:What if you woke up this morning and had only the things you thanked God for yesterday? ~ max-lucado, @wisdomtrove
72:Death is the Christian's vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
73:As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: &
74:Every morning when I awake, the greatest of joys is mine: that of being Salvador Dali. ~ salvador-dali, @wisdomtrove
75:It's five o'clock in the morning. You've just pissed on a dumpster. It's Miller time. ~ robin-williams, @wisdomtrove
76:When you get up in the morning, let your first thought be directed towards God. ~ mata-amritanandamayi, @wisdomtrove
77:I love a good nap. Sometimes it’s the only thing getting me out of bed in the morning. ~ jerry-seinfeld, @wisdomtrove
78:it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world. ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
79:One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism. ~ pierre-auguste-renoir, @wisdomtrove
80:The happiest part of a man's life is what he passes lying awake in bed in the morning. ~ samuel-johnson, @wisdomtrove
81:There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child. ~ erma-bombeck, @wisdomtrove
82:One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know. ~ groucho-marx, @wisdomtrove
83:You gotta get up early in the morning to catch a fox and stay up late at night to get a mink. ~ mae-west, @wisdomtrove
84:I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning, I will be sober and you will still be ugly. ~ winston-churchill, @wisdomtrove
85:I'm beginning to have morning sickness. I'm not having a baby, I'm just sick of morning. ~ phyllis-diller, @wisdomtrove
86:The business of thinking ... undoes every morning what it had finished the night before. ~ hannah-arendt, @wisdomtrove
87:Do things for others and you'll find your self-consciousness evaporating like morning dew. ~ dale-carnegie, @wisdomtrove
88:In the morning, a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs. ~ ralph-waldo-emerson, @wisdomtrove
89:Misers get up early in the morning; and burglars, I am informed, get up the night before. ~ g-k-chesterton, @wisdomtrove
90:Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace the day's disasters in his morning face. ~ oliver-goldsmith, @wisdomtrove
91:Good morning, doctors. I have taken the liberty of removing Windows 95 from my hard drive. ~ arthur-c-carke, @wisdomtrove
92:I get up every morning and read the obituary column. If my name's not there, I eat breakfast. ~ george-burns, @wisdomtrove
93:Every morning like a scholar at his first class I prepare a blank mind for the day to write upon. ~ bruce-lee, @wisdomtrove
94:I’m the type of person that tries to fall back asleep in the morning just to finish a dream. ~ marilyn-monroe, @wisdomtrove
95:I woke up one morning, and all of my stuff had been stolen and replaced by exact duplicates". ~ steven-wright, @wisdomtrove
96:The early morning hour should be dedicated to praise: do not the birds set us the example? ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
97:Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this that drowning would be happiness and peace? ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
98:Why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world? ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
99:Be pleasant until ten o'clock in the morning and the rest of the day will take care of itself. ~ elbert-hubbard, @wisdomtrove
100:Fang and I are always fighting. When we get up in the morning, we don't kiss; we touch gloves. ~ phyllis-diller, @wisdomtrove
101:In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
102:In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
103:Some morning, get up and allow the power of God to come on you, and allow Him to bless you. ~ aiden-wilson-tozer, @wisdomtrove
104:The best thoughts most often come in the morning after waking, while still in bed or while walking. ~ leo-tolstoy, @wisdomtrove
105:Wake up every morning with a thankful attitude. Expect something good to happen in your life today. ~ joel-osteen, @wisdomtrove
106:It is a good thing to let prayer be the first business of the morning and the last of the evening. ~ martin-luther, @wisdomtrove
107:I got myself good this morning too. I did my pushups in the nude, I didn't see the mouse trap. ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove
108:Every morning, when we wake up, we have twenty-four brand-new hours to live. What a precious gift! ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
109:If you don't know where you're going, it doesn't matter if your alarm doesn't go off in the morning. ~ denis-waitley, @wisdomtrove
110:I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove
111:The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-. ~ emily-dickinson, @wisdomtrove
112:This morning when I put on my underwear I could hear the fruit-of-the-loom guys laughing at me. ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove
113:It's frightening to wake up one morning and discover that while you were asleep you went out of style. ~ erma-bombeck, @wisdomtrove
114:The mind does most of its best thinking when we aren't there. The answers are there in the morning. ~ alain-de-botton, @wisdomtrove
115:Weather forecast for tonight: dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning. ~ george-carlin, @wisdomtrove
116:I fear the man who drinks water and so remembers this morning what the rest of us said last night. ~ benjamin-franklin, @wisdomtrove
117:The best way to live above all fear of death is to die every morning before you leave your bedroom. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
118:This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart. ~ franz-kafka, @wisdomtrove
119:True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country. ~ kurt-vonnegut, @wisdomtrove
120:The sun never sets on the British Empire. But it rises every morning. The sky must get awfully crowded. ~ steven-wright, @wisdomtrove
121:I recently took up ice sculpting. Last night I made an ice cube. This morning I made 12, I was prolific. ~ mitch-hedberg, @wisdomtrove
122:There's an old saying, &
123:My doctors told me this morning my blood pressure is down so low that I can start reading the newspapers. ~ ronald-reagan, @wisdomtrove
124:The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove
125:With sex my wife thinks twice before she turns me down. Yeah, once in the morning and once at night. ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove
126:I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then ~ lewis-carroll, @wisdomtrove
127:no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . And then one fine morning— ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
128:When you walk up five flights of stairs at four in the morning, there's definitely a hooker involved. ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove
129:If, when you wake up in the morning, you can think of nothing but writing . . . then you are a writer. ~ rainer-maria-rilke, @wisdomtrove
130:I have changed my mind, and changed the trimmings of my cap this morning; they are now such as you suggested. ~ jane-austen, @wisdomtrove
131:I started smoking as soon as I went on the stage. I'd make cigars out of the Morning World when I was a kid. ~ groucho-marx, @wisdomtrove
132:Miranda in Miranda's sight is old, gray and dirty; Twenty-nine she was last night; This morning she is thirty. ~ ogden-nash, @wisdomtrove
133:People ask if I can get it up in the morning. I tell them are you kidding I'm envious of a stiff wind. ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove
134:It is appalling that the most segregated hour of Christian America is eleven o'clock on Sunday morning. ~ martin-luther-king, @wisdomtrove
135:If you get up in the morning and think the future is going to be better, it is a bright day. Otherwise, it’s not. ~ elon-musk, @wisdomtrove
136:I write only when inspiration strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp. ~ william-somerset-maugham, @wisdomtrove
137:Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart. [On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning ] ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
138:She thought how strange it would be if she ever said &
139:You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak. ~ antoine-de-saint-exupery, @wisdomtrove
140:One should go to sleep as homesick passengers do, saying, "Perhaps in the morning we shall see the shore. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
141:Remember that creating a successful marriage is like farming: you have to start over again every morning. ~ h-jackson-brown-jr, @wisdomtrove
142:This is not the time to shrink back in fear. Move forward in faith. Get up every morning knowing you are gifted. ~ joel-osteen, @wisdomtrove
143:Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested. ~ franz-kafka, @wisdomtrove
144:The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from a giant pine that lives for a thousand years. ~ alan-watts, @wisdomtrove
145:George: I love a good nap. Sometimes it's the only thing getting me out of bed in the morning. Seinfeld TV show ~ jerry-seinfeld, @wisdomtrove
146:and all I could think was that I would like to spend every morning for the rest of my life waking up beside her ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove
147:Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. ~ groucho-marx, @wisdomtrove
148:As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. ~ franz-kafka, @wisdomtrove
149:Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead. ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
150:In the Jewish religion it says - in the time of deepest darkest night act as if the morning has already come ~ marianne-williamson, @wisdomtrove
151:I never used to bother with exercises. Now I spend at least 10 minutes each morning working out with small weights ~ marilyn-monroe, @wisdomtrove
152:I saw that worrying had come to nothing and gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang. ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
153:It is a good rule never to look into the face of a man in the morning till you have looked into the face of God. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
154:I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, "aw shit, he's up! ~ steve-maraboli, @wisdomtrove
155:Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking. ~ d-h-lawrence, @wisdomtrove
156:How Riots May Help Us Understand School Shooters. Morning Edition with David Greene, October 13, 2015. ~ malcolm-gladwell, @wisdomtrove
157:I have retired, but if there's anything that would kill me it is to wake up in the morning not knowing what to do.    ~ nelson-mandela, @wisdomtrove
158:Alcohol enables Parliament to do things at eleven at night that no sane person would do at eleven in the morning. ~ george-bernard-shaw, @wisdomtrove
159:And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove
160:When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, &
161:Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong? ~ emily-dickinson, @wisdomtrove
162:I have seen my kid struggle into the kitchen in the morning with outfits that need only one accessory: an empty gin bottle. ~ erma-bombeck, @wisdomtrove
163:[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey’d dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning... ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove
164:The fate of war is to be exalted in the morning, and low enough at night! There is but one step from triumph to ruin. ~ napoleon-bonaparte, @wisdomtrove
165:When you get up in the morning, you have two choices - either to be happy or to be unhappy. Just choose to be happy ~ norman-vincent-peale, @wisdomtrove
166:Good morning, this is God. I will be handling all of your problems today. I will not need your help, so have a miraculous day. ~ wayne-dyer, @wisdomtrove
167:I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what? ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove
168:Possibly we might even improve the world a little, if we got up early in the morning, and took off our coats to the work. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
169:What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do. ~ bob-dylan, @wisdomtrove
170:The way to see by faith is to shut the eye of reason: The Morning Daylight appears plainer when you put out your Candle. ~ benjamin-franklin, @wisdomtrove
171:How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew! garden ~ ralph-waldo-emerson, @wisdomtrove
172:It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
173:The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring. ~ emily-dickinson, @wisdomtrove
174:When late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish. ~ a-a-milne, @wisdomtrove
175:One of the simple but genuine pleasures in life is getting up in the morning and hurrying to a mousetrap you set the night before. ~ kin-hubbard, @wisdomtrove
176:When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. ~ marcus-aurelius, @wisdomtrove
177:When we wake up in the morning and we make decisions, these decisions come from the night, the night of eternity, our other side. ~ frederick-lenz, @wisdomtrove
178:I always like it at a war. There is always the chance that you will get up the next morning and be killed and not have to write. ~ ernest-hemingway, @wisdomtrove
179:People are not interested in you. They are not interested in me. They are interested in themselves - morning, noon and after dinner. ~ dale-carnegie, @wisdomtrove
180:I believe our future depends powerfully on how well we understand this cosmos in which we float, like a mote of dust in the morning sky. ~ carl-sagan, @wisdomtrove
181:One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous bug. ~ franz-kafka, @wisdomtrove
182:Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day. ~ elizabeth-barrett-browning, @wisdomtrove
183:Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment. ~ dogen, @wisdomtrove
184:It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it. ~ john-steinbeck, @wisdomtrove
185:The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office. ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove
186:The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office. ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove
187:We are reformers in the spring and summer, but in autumn we stand by the old. Reformers in the morning, and conservers at night. ~ ralph-waldo-emerson, @wisdomtrove
188:Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.  ~ dogen, @wisdomtrove
189:Now a soldier's spirit is keenest in the morning; by noonday it has begun to flag; and in the evening, his mind is only on returning to camp. ~ sun-tzu, @wisdomtrove
190:A still more glorious dawn awaits / not a sunrise, but a galaxy-rise / a morning filled with 400 billion suns / the rising of the milky way ~ carl-sagan, @wisdomtrove
191:In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die. ~ ernest-hemingway, @wisdomtrove
192:It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning— ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
193:I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper. Then I look at the obituary page. If my name is not on it, I get up. ~ benjamin-franklin, @wisdomtrove
194:Kino heard the little splash of morning waves on the beach. It was very good - Kino closed his eyes again to listen to his music. ~ john-steinbeck, @wisdomtrove
195:The ego is like the root of a banyan tree, you think you have removed it all then one fine morning you see a sprout flourishing again. ~ sri-ramakrishna, @wisdomtrove
196:Expect wonderful things to happen to you. Get up each morning and say; &
197:In the morning, we carry the world like Atlas; at noon, we stoop and bend beneath it; and at night, it crushes us flat to the ground. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
198:I stand in the sunny noon of life. Objects no longer glitter in the dews of morning, neither are yet softened by the shadows of evening. ~ margaret-fuller, @wisdomtrove
199:There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise. ~ oliver-wendell-holmes-sr, @wisdomtrove
200:... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove
201:How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight! ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
202:Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
203:Leave your ego at the door every morning, and just do some truly great work. Few things will make you feel better than a job brilliantly done. ~ robin-sharma, @wisdomtrove
204:The man with the best job in the country is the vice-president. All he has to do is get up every morning and say, &
205:It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
206:Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not Today. Good morning! But please come to tea -any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Good bye! ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
207:Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields... Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness. ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
208:That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break. ~ alfred-lord-tennyson, @wisdomtrove
209:A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom. ~ jean-paul-sartre, @wisdomtrove
210:Do not say, &
211:I'm grateful for the opportunity to live on this beautiful and astonishing planet Earth. In the morning, I wake up with a sense of gratitude. ~ earl-nightingale, @wisdomtrove
212:The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day. It is a blessed baptism which gives the first waking thoughts into the bosom of God. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
214:I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel. ~ audrey-hepburn, @wisdomtrove
215:All real change requires risk. You must take risks every day of your life. You must get up each morning and ask... : What can I do that is different? ~ debbie-ford, @wisdomtrove
216:Ability is of little account without opportunity. I have very rarely met with two o'clock in the morning courage: I mean instantaneous courage. ~ napoleon-bonaparte, @wisdomtrove
217:A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
218:When you leave them in the morning, they stick their nose in the door crack and stand there like a portrait until you turn the key eight hours later. ~ erma-bombeck, @wisdomtrove
219:From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes. ~ jane-austen, @wisdomtrove
220:Listen," I told him. "Don't be so tough so early in the morning. I'm sure you've cut plenty of people's throats. I haven't even had my coffee yet. ~ ernest-hemingway, @wisdomtrove
221:We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
222:Never let the darkness or negativity outside affect your inner self. Just wait until morning comes and the bright light will drown out the darkness. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
223:When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive—to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love—then make that day count! ~ steve-maraboli, @wisdomtrove
224:I was making love to this girl and she started crying. I said, "Are you going to hate yourself in the morning?" She said, "No, I hate myself now." ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove
225:The doubters said, ‘Man can not fly,’ The doers said, ‘Maybe, but we’ll try,’ And finally soared In the morning glow While non-believers Watched from below. ~ bruce-lee, @wisdomtrove
226:The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have. ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove
227:Truly I have looked in the very heart of darkness and refused to yield to its paralyzing influence, but in spirit I am one of those who walk the morning. ~ hellen-keller, @wisdomtrove
228:I don't pray enough, but I pray more now. Every morning at six o'clock have a half hour of meditation before the Blessed Sacrament. I pray with others too. ~ henri-nouwen, @wisdomtrove
229:There need to be things that make you look forward to waking up in the morning. You wake up in the morning you look forward to the day, forward to the future. ~ elon-musk, @wisdomtrove
230:I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them. ~ john-keats, @wisdomtrove
231:Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning can only produce writing that matches what they do. And that includes me. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
232:And we need things in life that are exciting and inspiring. It can't just be about solving some awful problem. There have to be reasons to get up in the morning. ~ elon-musk, @wisdomtrove
233:He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life. ~ victor-hugo, @wisdomtrove
234:I don't know what I expected, but my first morning in the Oval Office had a surprising ring of familiarity to it. It reminded me a lot of my job as governor. ~ ronald-reagan, @wisdomtrove
235:In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. ~ kahlil-gibran, @wisdomtrove
236:Middle age is when you go to bed at night and hope you feel better in the morning. Old age is when you go to bed at night and hope you wake up in the morning. ~ groucho-marx, @wisdomtrove
237:This entire most beautiful order of good things is going to pass away after its measure has been exhausted; for both morning and evening were made in them. ~ saint-augustine, @wisdomtrove
238:Many successful people get up before 6am in the morning. They have rituals. They exercise, stretch, organize their day, and walk through that series of rituals. ~ brian-tracy, @wisdomtrove
239:I really can't be bothered going to a barber. And shaving every morning, that's nightmarish. I spent my teenage years covered in tiny little bits of toilet paper. ~ alan-moore, @wisdomtrove
240:I get up early in the morning, 4 o'clock, and I sit at my desk and what I do is just dream. After three or four hours, that's enough. In the afternoon, I run. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
241:A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation. ~ elizabeth-barrett-browning, @wisdomtrove
242:By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
243:A man on a thousand mile walk has to forget his goal and say to himself every morning, &
244:I enjoyed my breakfast this morning, and I think that was a good thing and do not think it was condemned by God. But I do not think myself a good man for enjoying it. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove
245:Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove
246:At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars. ~ john-steinbeck, @wisdomtrove
247:Waking up this morning, I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. I vow to live fully in each moment and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
248:As we shave it happens that we cut ourself with the razor blade; this does not mean that we must not shave in the morning any longer. It is the same thing for yoga. ~ b-k-s-iyengar, @wisdomtrove
249:Bell, thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell, thou soundest solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie! ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
250:One of these poems I wrote after having been here only a month. The other, I wrote this morning. In the space between the two poems, I have found acres of grace ~ elizabeth-gilbert, @wisdomtrove
251:A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses. ~ ernest-hemingway, @wisdomtrove
252:Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on? ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
253:I have learned over the years that the nicest thing I can do is to just say to myself, "Good Morning Darling, I love you; we're going to have a really great day today." ~ louise-hay, @wisdomtrove
254:The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce. ~ oliver-wendell-holmes-sr, @wisdomtrove
255:Never check email first thing in the morning. Instead, complete your most important task before 11:00 A.M. to avoid using lunch or reading email as a postponement excuse. ~ tim-ferris, @wisdomtrove
256:hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst... ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove
257:[T]he period between four and six in the morning is called the Brahmamuhurta, the Brahmic time, or divine period, and is a very sacred time to meditate. ~ swami-satchidananda-saraswati, @wisdomtrove
259:I could tell you my adventures‚Äîbeginning from this morning, said Alice a little timidly; but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. ~ lewis-carroll, @wisdomtrove
260:In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken. ~ ernest-hemingway, @wisdomtrove
261:It is well enough that people of the nation do not understand our banking and monetary system, for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning. ~ henry-ford, @wisdomtrove
262:For a while they stood there, like men on the edge of a sleep where nightmare lurks, holding it off, though they know that they can only come to morning through the shadows. ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
263:Outside the hospital, I squinted in the harsh morning sunlight. I could hear birds chirping in the tree, but even though I searched for them, they remained hidden from me. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove
264:People who are meditating every day and involved in a serious spiritual practice don't usually wake up in the morning and want to rush out to eat a bunch of junk food. ~ marianne-williamson, @wisdomtrove
265:I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.  Shall I not call God, the beautiful, who daily showeth himself so to me in his gifts. ~ ralph-waldo-emerson, @wisdomtrove
266:The invitation to Miss Myra St. Claire's bobbing party spent the morning in his coat pocket, where it had an intense physical affair with a dusty piece of peanut brittle. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
267:So much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world. ~ john-steinbeck, @wisdomtrove
268:The key is never, never work. Nothing is more aging than work. It's not only the strain of getting up in the morning for work, but it's the resentment that settles on your face ~ quentin-crisp, @wisdomtrove
269:Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your Creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday. ~ og-mandino, @wisdomtrove
270:And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove
271:I have this complicated procedure I go through every morning, which is to look in the mirror and decide what I'm going to do. And I feel at that point, everybody's had their say. ~ warren-buffet, @wisdomtrove
272:And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created. ~ d-h-lawrence, @wisdomtrove
273:If I fail to spend two hours in prayer each morning, the devil gets the victory through the day. I have so much business I cannot get on without spending three hours daily in prayer. ~ martin-luther, @wisdomtrove
274:Think about your goals and review them daily. Every morning when you begin, take action on the most important task you can accomplish to achieve your most important goal at the moment. ~ brian-tracy, @wisdomtrove
275:Every morning upon awakening, I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dali, and I ask myself, wonderstruck, what prodigious thing will he do today, this Salvador Dali. ~ salvador-dali, @wisdomtrove
276:It's the most satisfying occupation man has discovered yet, because you never can quite do it as well as you want to, so there's always something to wake up tomorrow morning to do. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove
277:Every act of life, from the morning toothbrush to the friend at dinner, became an effort. I hated the night when I couldn't sleep and I hated the day because it went toward night. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
278:He was going to live in New York, and be known at every restaurant and café, wearing a dress suit from early evening to early morning, sleeping away the dull hours of the forenoon. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
279:Everything is exactly as it is for a reason. The crumb on your table is no mystical reminder of this morning's cookie, it is there because you have chosen not to remove it. No exceptions. ~ richard-bach, @wisdomtrove
280:A common productivity tip is not to check e-mail first thing in the morning, and it’s good advice. By checking e-mail in the morning, you’re allowing e-mail to dictate the rest of your day. ~ leo-babauta, @wisdomtrove
281:I generally concentrate on work for three or four hours every morning. I sit at my desk and focus totally on what I’m writing. I don’t see anything else, I don’t think about anything else. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
282:I feel as though whenever I create something, my Mr. Hyde wakes up in the middle of the night and starts thrashing it. I sometimes love it the next morning, but other times it is an abomination. ~ criss-jami, @wisdomtrove
283:Acting keeps me alert to people, and life. I don't know, there's something about going to work early in the morning, and having to stay alert and concentrated. Maybe that keeps your mind alive. ~ steve-martin, @wisdomtrove
284:I went to see my doctor. ‘Doctor, every morning when I get up and look in the mirror… I feel like throwing up. What’s wrong with me?’ He said, ‘I don’t know but your eyesight is perfect.' ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove
285:Usually I get up early every morning and from 6:00 to 10:00 I write. The rest of the time I study and prepare my work or I do other things. But four hours a day are exclusively devoted to writing. ~ elie-wiesel, @wisdomtrove
286:Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove
287:I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea. ~ robert-louis-stevenson, @wisdomtrove
288:I like to start my day off every morning, take the first half hour and just search my own heart, see if I'm on the right course, try to be honest with myself - am I doing this for the right reasons? ~ joel-osteen, @wisdomtrove
289:I tell ya, I knew my morning wasn't going right. When I put on my shirt the button fell off, when I picked up my briefcase, the handle fell off, I tell ya, I was afraid to go to the bathroom. ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove
290:The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late. ~ ogden-nash, @wisdomtrove
291:The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,&
292:In that world, you'll be able to rise in the morning with the spirit you had known in your childhood: that spirit of eagerness, adventure and certainty which comes from dealing with a rational universe. ~ ayn-rand, @wisdomtrove
293:All we are is our ideas, or people. That's what keeps us going to work in the morning, to hang around these great bright people. I've always thought that recruiting is the heart and soul of what we do. ~ steve-jobs, @wisdomtrove
294:I have an 800 freephone number now that I call if I get the urge to buy an airline stock. I call at two in the morning and I say: "My name is Warren and I'm an aeroholic." And then they talk me down. ~ warren-buffet, @wisdomtrove
295:I have a very great fear of love. It is so personal. Let each bird fly with its own wings, and each fish swim its own course.&
296:So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea. ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove
297:Motivation is a mystery.Why does one salesperson see his first prospect at seven in the morning and another salesperson is just getting out of bed at eleven?I don't know.It's part of the mysteries of life. ~ jim-rohn, @wisdomtrove
298:When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose. ~ john-keats, @wisdomtrove
299:Ironically, he'd yet to leave a good impression. First he'd spilled soda on her, next she'd seen him almost involved in a riot, and then this morning she'd believed him to be either lazy or an idiot. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove
300:Congress meets tomorrow morning. Let us all pray: Oh Lord, give us strength to bear that which is about to be inflicted upon us. Be merciful with them, oh Lord, for they know not what they're doing. Amen. ~ will-rogers, @wisdomtrove
301:If the first thing you do each morning is to eat a live frog, you can go through the day with the satisfaction of knowing that that is probably the worst thing that is going to happen to you all day long! ~ brian-tracy, @wisdomtrove
302:I'm going to take you out of here ... I'm going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
303:As you recognize that you already own the wholeness you seek, and no one outside you can give you more than you already are, dysfunctional situations will evaporate like bad dreams exposed to the morning sun. ~ alan-cohen, @wisdomtrove
304:If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning... Face it, friend. He is crazy about you! ~ max-lucado, @wisdomtrove
305:It was one of those evenings when men feel that truth, goodness and beauty are one. In the morning, when they commit their discovery to paper, when others read it written there, it looks wholly ridiculous. ~ aldous-huxley, @wisdomtrove
306:... I will give you two pieces of advice. Invest as much in yourself as you can; you are your own best asset by far. Then follow your passion; you want to be really excited to get out of bed every morning. ~ warren-buffet, @wisdomtrove
307:There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him. ~ d-h-lawrence, @wisdomtrove
308:To defeat procrastination learn to tackle your most unpleasant task first thing in the morning instead of delaying it until later in the day. This small victory will set the tone for a very productive day. ~ steve-pavlina, @wisdomtrove
309:When I am working on a book or a story I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you and it is cool or cold and you come to your work and warm as you write. ~ ernest-hemingway, @wisdomtrove
310:Hope abides; therefore I abide. Countless frustrations have not cowed me. I am still alive, vibrant with life. The black cloud will disappear, The morning sun will appear once again In all its supernal glory. ~ sri-chinmoy, @wisdomtrove
311:The execution was set for the 29th of March, at nine in the morning. This delay was due to a desire on the part of the authorities to act slowly and impersonally, in the manner of planets or vegetables. ~ jorge-luis-borges, @wisdomtrove
312:The one piece of advice I can give you is, do what turns you on. Do something that if you had all the money in the world, youd still be doing it. Youve got to have a reason to jump out of bed in the morning. ~ warren-buffet, @wisdomtrove
313:You know," Glen Bateman said, looking out toward Grand Junction in the early light of morning, "I've heard the saying &
314:It only takes a few minutes in the morning to use gratitude to Have A Magical Day by giving thanks for the events in your day ahead of time, but this one practice alone will change the way your entire day unfolds. ~ rhonda-byrne, @wisdomtrove
315:At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
316:Silence is the nest and music is the bird. The bird leaves the nest early in the morning and returns to the nest in the evening. Similarly, in the spiritual world, divine music comes from the inmost soul of Silence. ~ sri-chinmoy, @wisdomtrove
317:The moment I stopped spending so much time chasing the big pleasure of life. I began to enjoy the little ones, like watching the stars dancing in moonlit sky or soaking in the sunbeams of a glorious summer morning. ~ robin-sharma, @wisdomtrove
318:Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away... Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove
319:Without a quest, life is quickly reduced to bleak black and wimpy white, a diet too bland to get anybody out of bed in the morning. A quest fuels our fire. It refuses to let us drift downstream gathering debris. ~ charles-r-swindoll, @wisdomtrove
320:In talking to girls I could never remember the right sequence of things to say. I'd meet a girl and say, Hi, was it good for you too? If a girl spent the night, I'd wake up in the morning and then try to get her drunk. ~ steve-martin, @wisdomtrove
321:The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at noon we trample them under foot; and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
322:How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,&
323:Finally on Sunday morning, October 7, 1849, "He became quiet and seemed to rest for a short time. Then, gently, moving his head," he said, "Lord help my poor soul." As he had lived so he died-in great misery and tragedy. ~ edgar-allan-poe, @wisdomtrove
324:Most people believe that the Christian commandments, e.g. to love one's neighbor as oneself, are intentionally a little too severe - like setting a clock half an hour ahead to make sure of not being late in the morning. ~ soren-kierkegaard, @wisdomtrove
325:For nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
326:No matter how hard we try words simply cannot express the horror, the shock, and the revulsion we all feel over what took place in this nation on Tuesday morning. September 11 will go down in our history as a day to remember. ~ billy-graham, @wisdomtrove
327:You know I have been issued a public urination pass by the city because of my condition. Unfortunately, my little brother ran out of the house with it this morning. Him and his friends are probably peeing all over the city. ~ jerry-seinfeld, @wisdomtrove
328:When the president of the United States goes out at, you know, 8:00 o'clock in the morning and then his own party votes gets him 2 to 1 in the house, you know that somehow a message isn't getting out. It takes real leadership. ~ warren-buffet, @wisdomtrove
329:Reading the morning newspaper is the realist's morning . One orients one's attitude toward the either by or by what the world is. The former gives as much security as the latter, in that one knows how one stands. ~ georg-wilhelm-friedrich-hegel, @wisdomtrove
330:I was lying in bed this morning and saying to myself, &
331:The youth and cheerfulness of morning are in happy analogy, and of powerful operation; and if the distress be not poignant enough to keep the eyes unclosed, they will be sure to open to sensations of softened pain and brighter hope ~ jane-austen, @wisdomtrove
332:No one ever gets talker's block. No one wakes up in the morning, discovers he has nothing to say, and sits quietly, for days or weeks, until the muse hits, until the moment is right, until all the craziness in his life has died down. ~ seth-godin, @wisdomtrove
333:You want to do projects that are inspiring, and that make people excited about the future. Life's got to be about more than solving projects. You have to get up in the morning and say “Yes, I'm looking forward to that thing happening. ~ elon-musk, @wisdomtrove
334:I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
335:It's still scary every time I go back to the past. Each morning, my heart catches. When I get there, I remember how the light was, where the draft was coming from, what odors were in the air. When I write, I get all the weeping out. ~ maya-angelou, @wisdomtrove
336:As I grow older, I appreciate things that I didn’t appreciate much when I was younger. I am thankful more than I used to be. I’ve been reasonably healthy, and I feel blessed. And each morning I can think, this is going to be a good day! ~ john-wooden, @wisdomtrove
337:I suppose that by this time they had finished their dressing. Roger Scurvilegs tells us nothing on such important matters; no doubt from modesty. "Next morning they rose," he says, and disappoints us of a picture of Udo brushing his hair. ~ a-a-milne, @wisdomtrove
338:There is nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child. ... Time, self-pity, apathy, bitterness, and exhaustion can take the Christmas out of the child, but you cannot take the child out of Christmas. ~ erma-bombeck, @wisdomtrove
339:Over the last couple of years I’ve discovered the power of having simple routines, especially in the morning and evening. Having these routines can supercharge your day while simultaneously creating a sense of calm and sanity in your life. ~ leo-babauta, @wisdomtrove
340:In the morning when thou risest unwillingly, let this thought be present - I am rising to the work of a human being. Why then am I dissatisfied if I am going to do the things for which I exist and for which I was brought into the world? ~ marcus-aurelius, @wisdomtrove
341:It's very important to write things down instantly, or you can lose the way you were thinking out a line. I have a rule that if I wake up at 3 in the morning and think of something, I write it down. I can't wait until morning-it'll be gone. ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
342:All will surely realize God. All will be liberated. It may be that some get their meal in the morning, some at noon, and some in the evening; but none will go without food. All, without any exception, will certainly know their real Self. ~ sri-ramakrishna, @wisdomtrove
343:I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that very night for anything I knew), all the dead people came out of the ground and sat at the heads of their own graves till morning. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
344:I went to see my doctor... Doctor Vidi-boom-ba. Yeah... I told him once, "Doctor, every morning when I get up and look in the mirror I feel like throwing up. What's wrong with me?" He said, "I don't know, but your eyesight is perfect." ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove
345:When we rise in the morning... at the table we drink coffee which is provided to us by a South American, or tea by a Chinese, or cocoa by a West African; before we leave for our jobs we are already beholden to more than half the world. ~ martin-luther-king, @wisdomtrove
346:You didn't think that when you got up this morning that this would be the day your life would change did you? But it's going to happen because the only thing that stands between you and grand success are getting started and not stopping. ~ robert-h-schuller, @wisdomtrove
347: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
348:I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot my morning prayer or else it was irksome to me. One by one my old habits returned and I cared less for religion than ever. ~ emily-dickinson, @wisdomtrove
349:Business men go down with their businesses because they like the old way so well they cannot bring themselves to change. One sees them all about - men who do not know that yesterday is past, and who woke up this morning with their last year's ideas. ~ henry-ford, @wisdomtrove
350:I kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying to clean your conscience with a toothbrush. ~ ernest-hemingway, @wisdomtrove
351:When you are a warrior for your body, you search out every good thing there is to fill it with - every nutrient, every vitamin, every thought, every belief. You love your body, and you thank your body in the morning and bless it throughout the day. ~ debbie-ford, @wisdomtrove
352:A human being would certainly not grow to be seventy or eighty years old if this longevity had no meaning for the species. The afternoon of human life must also have a significance of its own and cannot be merely a pitiful appendage to life's morning. ~ carl-jung, @wisdomtrove
353:It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning. ~ john-steinbeck, @wisdomtrove
354:Some people keep God in a Sunday morning box and say, &
355:All right, I'll take a chance. I will fall in love with you. If i'm a fool you can have the night, you can have the morning too. Can you cook and sew. make flowers grow. Do you understand my pain? Are you willing to risk it all or is your love in vain? ~ bob-dylan, @wisdomtrove
356:And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment? ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
357:I will make a list of all my desires. I will carry this list with me wherever I go. I will look at this list before I go into my silence and meditation. I will look at it before I go to sleep at night. I will look at it when I wake up in the morning. ~ deepak-chopra, @wisdomtrove
358:Some men will not shave on Sunday, and yet they spend all the week in shaving their fellow-men; and many folks think it very wicked to black their boots on Sunday morning, yet they do not hesitate to black their neighbor's reputation on week-days. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
359:Sometimes they'll make little Play-Doh animals, and when they go to sleep, I'll break the heads off the animals and put them at the foot of their beds for them to discover in the morning. Nothing wrong with sending your kids a little Sicilian message. ~ jerry-seinfeld, @wisdomtrove
360:Was it pretty? Your country. . .your land?" "It was beautiful," the gunslinger said. "There were fields and forests and rivers and mists in the morning. But that's only pretty. My mother used to say that the only real beauty is order and love and light. ~ stephen-king, @wisdomtrove
361:I GO DOWN TO THE SHORE I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do. ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
362:Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, " This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in; fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well! It must have been made to have me in it! ~ douglas-adams, @wisdomtrove
363:Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of the oak. ~ antoine-de-saint-exupery, @wisdomtrove
364:Eastward the dawn rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into guess; it was no more than a glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of the memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains. ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
365:The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with red upon it that the sun had never give, and would never take away. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
366:Everyday happiness means getting up in the morning, and you can't wait to finish your breakfast. You can't wait to do your exercises. You can't wait to put on your clothes. You can't wait to get out. And you can't wait to come home, because the soup is hot. ~ george-burns, @wisdomtrove
367:We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning, we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night, we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. ~ john-odonohue, @wisdomtrove
368:I get up at 7:30 and work four hours a day. Nine to twelve in the morning, five to six in the evening. Businessmen would achieve better results if they studied human metabolism. No one works well eight hours a day. No one ought to work more than four hours. ~ kurt-vonnegut, @wisdomtrove
369:It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion. ~ hermann-hesse, @wisdomtrove
370:Let go of the idea that the path will lead you to your goal. The truth is that with each step we take, we arrive.  Repeat that to yourself every morning: &
371:First thing in the morning, work on your most important task. Don’t do anything else until this is done. Give yourself a short break, then start on your next most important task. If you can get two to three of these done in the morning, the rest of the day is gravy. ~ leo-babauta, @wisdomtrove
372:In this universe the night was falling; the shadows were lengthening towards an east that would not know another dawn. But elsewhere the stars were still young and the light of morning lingered; and along the path he once had followed, Man would one day go again. ~ arthur-c-carke, @wisdomtrove
373:I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is &
374:Authentic gratitude is a way of life. When you wake up in the morning let your first thought be one of thanksgiving that you have another day to walk in the love of God. As you go through your day, see the Giver behind all of the gifts freely being given to you. ~ michael-beckwith, @wisdomtrove
375:Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night! ~ john-keats, @wisdomtrove
376:The Calling is a message from the Universe about what you were called here to do. It is your passion and purpose. It gives your life meaning and depth. It motivates you to get up in the morning. It is your wild heart saying, ‘This is what I am supposed to be doing!’ ~ aimee-davies, @wisdomtrove
377:the touchstone of a free act - from the decision to get out of bed in the morning or take a walk in the afternoon to the highest resolutions by which we bind ourselves for the future - is always that we know that we could also have left undone what we actually did. ~ hannah-arendt, @wisdomtrove
378:This is a long tough road we have to travel. The men that can do things are going to be sought out just as surely as the sun rises in the morning. Fake reputations, habits of glib and clever speech, and glittering surface performance are going to be discovered. ~ dwight-eisenhower, @wisdomtrove
379:As to moral courage, I have very rarely met with the two o'clock in the morning kind. I mean unprepared courage, that which is necessary on an unexpected occasion, and which, in spite of the most unforeseen events, leaves full freedom of judgement and decision. ~ napoleon-bonaparte, @wisdomtrove
380:The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee! ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove
381:What I'm saying to you this morning is that Communism forgets that life is individual. Capitalism forgets that life is social, and the Kingdom of Brotherhood is found neither in the thesis of Communism nor the antithesis of capitalism but in a higher synthesis. ~ martin-luther-king, @wisdomtrove
382:Who ARE You?" This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, I&
383: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
384:Rejoice in the abundance of being able to awaken each morning and experience a new day. Be glad to be alive, to be healthy, to have friends, to be creative, to be a living example of the joy of living. Live to your highest awareness. Enjoy your transformationa l process. ~ louise-hay, @wisdomtrove
385:He said he would come in,' the White Queen went on, `because he was looking for a hippopotamus. Now, as it happened, there wasn't such a thing in the house, that morning.' Is there generally?' Alice asked in an astonished tone. Well, only on Thursdays,' said the Queen. ~ lewis-carroll, @wisdomtrove
386:Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun; as we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday. ~ eleanor-roosevelt, @wisdomtrove
387:soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m., be back in my room by 2, stretched on the bed, waiting for the phone to ring, not answering, my holiday is an evasion, mt reasoning is not. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove
388:The dullest observer must be sensible of the order and serenity prevalent in those households where the occasional exercise of a beautiful form of worship in the morning gives, as it were, the keynote to every temper for the day, and attunes every spirit to harmony. ~ washington-irving, @wisdomtrove
389:The best thing that you can do to deal with these high speed times is to slow down, inwardly, to take a little more time for meditation, a little more time to enjoy your morning cup of coffee or tea, and to look around at the people in your life with a little more love. ~ frederick-lenz, @wisdomtrove
390:All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
391:I am a hardened and shameless tea drinker, who has, for twenty years, diluted his meals with only the infusion of this fascinating plant; whose kettle has scarcely time to cool; who with tea amuses the evening, with tea solaces the midnight, and, with tea, welcomes the morning. ~ samuel-johnson, @wisdomtrove
392:In the great city of San Francisco, where I used to live, at 2 in the morning every other Victorian house has somebody who is writing the great American novel. And the city is not loaded with James Joyces or Virginia Woolfs. But entrepreneurship is about distorted views of reality. ~ tom-peters, @wisdomtrove
393:Children, everyone should try to wake up before five in the morning. The ideal time for spiritual practices like meditation and chanting is Brahma Muhurta. During this period, sattvic qualities are predominant in nature. Moreover, the mind will be clear and body energetic. ~ mata-amritanandamayi, @wisdomtrove
394:The smile that flickers on a baby's lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning. ~ rabindranath-tagore, @wisdomtrove
395:Boys have their soft and gentle moods too. You would suppose by the morning racket that nothing could be more foreign to their nature than romance and vague sadness. . . . But boys have hours of great sinking and sadness, when kindness and fondness are peculiarly needful to them. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
396:On my way to the office in the morning, there are, in front of me, behind me, other men going to their jobs. I see them; if I dared, I would smile at them. I think to myself that I am a socialist, that they are the purpose of my life, of my efforts and that they do not know it yet. ~ jean-paul-sartre, @wisdomtrove
397:It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light. The streets were, as yet, nearly free from passengers, the houses and shops were closed, and the healthy air of morning fell like breath from angels, on the sleeping town. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
398:Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love. ~ ralph-waldo-emerson, @wisdomtrove
399:Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk. ~ hermann-hesse, @wisdomtrove
400:I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
401:The number-one killer in this country is heart disease. And the majority of people suffer their first major heart attack on Monday morning between eight and nine. That is the time, of course, when most people are getting ready to go to jobs that they don’t like, jobs that are making them sick. ~ les-brown, @wisdomtrove
402:The present generation, wearied by its chimerical efforts, relapses into complete indolence. Its condition is that of a man who has only fallen asleep towards morning: first of all come great dreams, then a feeling of laziness, and finally a witty or clever excuse for remaining in bed. ~ soren-kierkegaard, @wisdomtrove
403:The mystery of the evening-star brilliant in silence and distance between the downward-surging plunge of the sun and the vast, hollow seething of inpouring night. The magnificence of the watchful morning-star, that watches between the night and the day, the gleaming clue to the two opposites. ~ d-h-lawrence, @wisdomtrove
404:The night was gone. The morning star was shining in the sky. I too had become a completely different person. The student of the Talmud, the child that I was, had been consumed in the flames. There remained only a shape that looked like me. A dark flame had entered into my soul and devoured it. ~ elie-wiesel, @wisdomtrove
405:When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?" "What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?" "I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said. ~ a-a-milne, @wisdomtrove
406:If you're not feeling good and you want to change the way you feel, or if you want to lift good feelings higher, then take a minute or two and god through a mental list of everything you love and adore. You can do it while getting dressed in the morning, walking, driving or traveling anywhere. ~ rhonda-byrne, @wisdomtrove
407:The dog, who had sounded so ferocious in the winter distances, was a female German Shepherd. She was shivering. Her tail was between her legs. She had been borrowed that morning from a farmer. She had never been to war before. She had no idea what game was being played. Her name was Princess. ~ kurt-vonnegut, @wisdomtrove
408:Focus on the positives. Go for the positive topics. Which means rather than talk about past grievances, opt for a discussion of future goals. Rather than talk about the coffee that spilled on your table this morning, talk about that movie you are looking forward to watch later in the evening. ~ celestine-chua, @wisdomtrove
409:I love living. I love that I'm alive to love my age. There are many people who went to bed just as I did yesterday evening and didn't wake this morning. I love and feel very blessed that I did. I love, too, that I know a little more today than I did yesterday, or I simply know it more profoundly. ~ maya-angelou, @wisdomtrove
410:Before you finish eating breakfast in the morning, you've depended on more than half the world. This is the way our universe is structured, this is its interrelated quality. We aren't going to have peace on Earth until we recognize the basic fact of the interrelated structure of all reality. ~ martin-luther-king, @wisdomtrove
411:When the first-rate author wants an exquisite heroine or a lovely morning, he finds that all the superlatives have been worn shoddy by his inferiors. It should be a rule that bad writers must start with plain heroines and ordinary mornings, and, if they are able, work up to something better. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
412:You have a traitor there, Aslan," said the Witch. Of course everyone present knew that she meant Edmund. But Edmund had got past thinking about himself after all he'd been through and after the talk he'd had that morning. He just went on looking at Aslan. It didn't seem to matter what the Witch said. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove
413:By grounding yourself in mindfulness early in the morning, you are reminding yourself that things are always changing, that good and bad things come and go, and that it is possible to embody a perspective of of constancy, wisdom, and inner peace as you face any conditions that present themselves. ~ jon-kabat-zinn, @wisdomtrove
414:My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine. ~ rabindranath-tagore, @wisdomtrove
415:The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
416:The moment you wake up each morning, all your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists in shoving it all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other, larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove
417:morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove
418:The crew of the space shuttle Challenger honored us by the manner in which they lived their lives. We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved good-bye and &
419:All knives and forks were working away at a rate that was quite alarming; very few words were spoken; and everybody seemed to eat his utmost, in self defence, as if a famine were expected to set in before breakfast-time to-morrow morning, and it had become high time to assert the first law of nature. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
420:Every morning I offer my body, my mind and any ability that I posses, to be used by Thee, O infinite creator, in whatever way Thou dost choose to express Thyself through me. I know that all work is Thy work, and that no task is too difficult or too menial when offered to Thee in loving service. ~ paramahansa-yogananda, @wisdomtrove
421:The town was glad with morning light; places that had shown ugly and distrustful all night long, now wore a smile; and sparkling sunbeams dancing on chamber windows, and twinkling through blind and curtain before sleepers’ eyes, shed light even into dreams, and chased away the shadows of the night. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
422:To define is to limit, to set boundaries, to compare and to contrast, and for this reason, the universe, the all, seems to defy definition... .Just as no one in his senses would look for the morning news in a dictionary, no one should use speaking and thinking to find out what cannot be spoken or thought. ~ alan-watts, @wisdomtrove
423:This life is for loving, sharing, learning, smiling, caring, forgiving, laughing, hugging, helping, dancing, wondering, healing, and even more loving. I choose to live life this way. I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, &
424:The jovial party broke up next morning. Breakings-up are capital things in our school-days, but in after life they are painful enough. Death, self-interest, and fortune's changes, are every day breaking up many a happy group, and scattering them far and wide; and the boys and girls never come back again. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
425:In the morning you were never violently sorry&
426:We nourish the bodies of our children and friends and employees, but how seldom do we nourish their selfesteem? We provide them with roast beef and potatoes to build energy, but we neglect to give them kind words of appreciation that would sing in their memories for years like the music of the morning stars. ~ dale-carnegie, @wisdomtrove
427:If you give your soul up to anything earthly, whether it be the wealth, or the honours, or the pleasures of this world, you might as well hunt after the mirage of the desert or try to collect the mists of the morning, or to store up for yourself the clouds of the sky, for all these things are passing away. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
428:Now, to be properly enjoyed, a walking tour should be gone upon alone... . Freedom is of the essence, because you should be able to stop and go on and follow this way or that as the freak takes you... . There should be no cackle of voices at your elbow to jar on the meditative silence of the morning. ~ robert-louis-stevenson, @wisdomtrove
429:Beer commercials usually show big men, manly men, doing manly things: "You've just killed a small animal. It's time for a light beer." Why not have a realistic beer commercial, with a realistic thing about beer, where someone goes, "It's 5:00 in the morning. You've just pissed on a dumpster. It's Miller time." ~ robin-williams, @wisdomtrove
430:In my family we got up in the mornings around three o'clock and went out to the barns to bring the cows in and milk. In high school I milked about twenty cows every morning and about twenty in the afternoon when I got home. I have wonderful memories from those early days when my parent's influence was so strong. ~ billy-graham, @wisdomtrove
431:At night always carry in your heart something from Holy Scriptures to bed with you, meditate upon it like a ruminant animal, and go softly to sleep; but this must not be too much, rather a little that may be well pondered and understood, that you may find a remnant of it in your mind when you rise in the morning. ~ martin-luther, @wisdomtrove
432:Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter&
433:I should just put it bluntly, because we're all sort of friends here now - it's exceedingly likely that my greatest success is behind me. Oh, so Jesus, what a thought! You know that's the kind of thought that could lead a person to start drinking gin at nine o'clock in the morning, and I don't want to go there. ~ elizabeth-gilbert, @wisdomtrove
434:What is our death but a night's sleep? For as through sleep all weariness and faintness pass away and cease, and the powers of the spirit come back again, so that in the morning we arise fresh and strong and joyous; so at the Last Day we shall rise again as if we had only slept a night, and shall be fresh and strong. ~ martin-luther, @wisdomtrove
435:‘You are capable of ceasing the absurdity of listening to the perpetual problems of your psyche. You can put an end to it. You can wake up in the morning, look forward to the day, and not worry about what will happen. Your daily life can be a vacation. Work can be fun, family, can be fun, you can just enjoy it all.’ ~ michael-singer, @wisdomtrove
436:Let the first act of every morning be to make the following resolve for the day: I shall not fear anyone on Earth. I shall fear only God. I shall not bear ill will toward anyone. I shall not submit to injustice from anyone. I shall conquer untruth by truth. And in resisting untruth, I shall put up with all suffering.  ~ mahatma-gandhi, @wisdomtrove
437:There's pros and cons of a big church. Cons is I don't get to know everybody, I don't get to go to their ballgame, I don't get to marry everybody, but the pros are you get all this community, 800 ushers come in to serve, getting there at 7 in the morning on their day off and coming in on Saturday to make all those wafers. ~ joel-osteen, @wisdomtrove
438:Morning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same: the gnawing, excruciating, incessant pain; that awareness of life irrevocably passing but not yet gone; that dreadful, loathsome death, the only reality, relentlessly closing in on him; and that same endless lie. What did days, weeks, or hours matter? ~ leo-tolstoy, @wisdomtrove
439:Imagine a multidimensiona l spider's web in the early morning covered with dew drops. And every dew drop contains the reflection of all the other dew drops. And, in each reflected dew drop, the reflections of all the other dew drops in that reflection. And so ad infinitum. That is the Buddhist conception of the universe in an image. ~ alan-watts, @wisdomtrove
440:But the proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength, would have no need to conspire. They needed only to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies.  If they chose they could blow the Party to pieces tomorrow morning.  Surely sooner or later it must occur to them to do it?  And yet -! ~ george-orwell, @wisdomtrove
441:There are things you can’t reach. But You can reach out to them, and all day long. The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of god. And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier. I look; morning to night I am never done with looking. Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around As though with your arms open. ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
442:We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree. Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots. ~ jiddu-krishnamurti, @wisdomtrove
443:Children, set aside at least half an hour in the morning and in the evening for spiritual practices. After bathing in the morning, a family should sit together and worship. Archana may be performed by chanting the 108 or 1000 Names of Devi or our chosen deity. We can also chant our mantra, meditate or sing hymns at this time. ~ mata-amritanandamayi, @wisdomtrove
444:As the day goes on you get more and more tired. Even if people say they're afternoon people or evening people, it's always best to start out first thing in the morning with your most important task as opposed to your email, phone calls, or checking the internet. If you start out with that then basically you'll just do that all day long. ~ brian-tracy, @wisdomtrove
445:Unfortunately, most of the major denominations still practice segregation in local churches, hospitals, schools, and other church institutions. It is appalling that the most segregated hour of Christian America is eleven o'clock on Sunday morning, the same hour when many are standing to sing: "In Christ There Is No East Nor West. ~ martin-luther-king, @wisdomtrove
446:In Africa a thing is true at first light and a lie by noon and you have no more respect for it than for the lovely, perfect wood-fringed lake you see across the sun-baked salt plain. You have walked across that plain in the morning and you know that no such lake is there. But now it is there absolutely true, beautiful and believable. ~ ernest-hemingway, @wisdomtrove
447:The pursuit of happiness is a matter of choice... it is a positive attitude we choose to express. It is not a gift delivered to our door each morning, nor does it come through the window. And it is certain that our circumstances are not the things that make us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will never laugh again. ~ charles-r-swindoll, @wisdomtrove
448:Every morning you put on your clothes to cover your nakedness and protect your body from inclement weather. Why don't you also clothe your soul with the garment of faith? Remember each morning the truths of your creed, and look at yourself in the mirror of your faith. Otherwise, your soul will soon be naked with the nakedness of oblivion. ~ saint-augustine, @wisdomtrove
449:At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be so. Some day, God willing, we shall get in. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove
450:I've been saying for a couple of years now that people need to let God out of the Sunday morning box, that He doesn't want to just be with you for an hour or two on Sunday morning and then put back in His box to sit there until you have an emergency, but He wants to invade your Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. ~ joyce-meyer, @wisdomtrove
451: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
452:Refuse to let your love grow cold. Stir up love in your life - towards your spouse and towards your family, friends, neighbours, co-workers. Reach out to others who are hurting and in need. Pray for people and bless them. Grow to the point that one of your first thoughts each morning in your heart is about how you can bless someone else that day. ~ joyce-meyer, @wisdomtrove
453:Perhaps you went to bed last night thinking about the overdue bills, the lack of finances, the problematic people and situations you have to face. This morning you woke up. Did you give thanks? If you didn't, it is probably because you forgot that when praise goes up, the blessings come down. That should be enough to inspire you to be thankful. ~ lyania-vanzant, @wisdomtrove
454:The reappearance of the crescent moon after the new moon; the return of the Sun after a total eclipse, the rising of the Sun in the morning after its troublesome absence at night were noted by people around the world; these phenomena spoke to our ancestors of the possibility of surviving death. Up there in the skies was also a metaphor of immortality. ~ carl-sagan, @wisdomtrove
455:The gravest events dawn with no more noise than the morning star makes in rising. All great developments complete themselves in the world and modestly wait in silence, praising themselves never, and announcing themselves not at all. We must be sensitive, and sensible, if we would see the beginnings and endings of great things. That is our part. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
456:There is not really any courage at all in attacking hoary or antiquated things, any more than in offering to fight one's grandmother. The really courageous man is he who defies tyrannies young as the morning and superstitions fresh as the first flowers. The only true free-thinker is he whose intellect is as much free from the future as from the past. ~ g-k-chesterton, @wisdomtrove
457:HEAVEN knows the difference between SUNDAY morning and WEDNESDAY afternoon. God longs to speak as CLEARLY in the workplace as He does in the sanctuary. He longs to be WORSHIPED when we sit at the dinner table and not just when we come to His communion table. You may go days without THINKING of Him, but there's never a moment when He's not thinking of YOU. ~ max-lucado, @wisdomtrove
458:I do not live happily or comfortably With the cleverness of our times. The talk is all about computers, The news is all about bombs and blood. This morning, in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest. It held four warm, speckled eggs. I touched them. Then went away softly, Having felt something more wonderful Than all the electricity of New York City. ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
459:Good morning, Eeyore," said Pooh. "Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning, which I doubt," said he. "Why, what's the matter?" "Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it." "Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose. "Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush. ~ a-a-milne, @wisdomtrove
460:The good thing about writing books is that you can dream while you are awake. If it’s a real dream, you cannot control it. When writing the book, you are awake; you can choose the time, the length, everything. I write for four or five hours in the morning and when the time comes, I stop. I can continue the next day. If it’s a real dream, you can’t do that. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
461:I know it is more agreeable to walk upon carpets than to lie upon dungeon floors, I know it is pleasant to have all the comforts and luxuries of civilization; but he who cares only for these things is worth no more than a butterfly, contented and thoughtless, upon a morning flower; and who ever thought of rearing a tombstone to a last summer's butterfly? ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
463:And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair! ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
464:It's a question of discipline,' the little prince told me later on. &
465:All were happy - plants, birds, insects and children. But grown-up people - adult men and women - never left off cheating and tormenting themselves and one another. It was not this spring morning which they considered sacred and important, not the beauty of God's world, given to all creatures to enjoy - a beauty which inclines the heart to peace, to harmony and to love. ~ leo-tolstoy, @wisdomtrove
466:But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
467:There wasn't a cloud in the sky, no wind, and everything was quiet around us - all we could hear were birds chirping in the woods. The war seemed like something in a faraway land that had nothing to do with us. We sang songs as we hiked up the hill, sometimes imitating the birds we heard. Except for the fact that the war was still going on, it was a perfect morning. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
468:Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel -or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime. ~ john-keats, @wisdomtrove
469:I take exercise for each part of the body: arms, legs, back and whatever muscles are required to keep the body fit. I do at least 20 different exercises daily for my upper and lower body. Then I come here every morning to do calf raises and play tennis. If there is time in the afternoon, I play tennis again. At least three hours I spend on weightlifting and bodybuilding. ~ sri-chinmoy, @wisdomtrove
470:Seeing the lightest and gayest purple was then most in fashion, he would always wear that which was the nearest black; and he would often go out of doors, after his morning meal, without either shoes or tunic; not that he sought vain-glory from such novelties, but he would accustom himself to be ashamed only of what deserves shame, and to despise all other sorts of disgrace. ~ plutarch, @wisdomtrove
471:Take life too seriously, and what is it worth? If the morning wake us to no new joys, if the evening bring us not the hopes of new pleasures, is it worth while to dress and undress? Does the sun shine on me today that I may reflect on yesterday? That I may endeavour to foresee and control what can neither be foreseen nor controlled - the destiny of tomorrow? ~ johann-wolfgang-von-goethe, @wisdomtrove
472:In the streets of New York between seven and nine in the morning you will see the slow procession of dog and downer proceeding from street to tree to hydrant to trash basket. They are apartment dogs. They are taken out twice a day, and, while it is a cliché, it is truly amazing how owner and dog resemble each other. They grow to walk alike and have the same set of head. ~ john-steinbeck, @wisdomtrove
473:The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted as the first winds of winter slipped between the withered branches and across the highlands toward the southeast. Stopping in the center of the pasture, I could hear the winds clearly. No turning back, they pronounced. The brief autumn was gone. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
474:Fury said to a mousethat he met in the houselet us both go to law; I will prosecute youlet there be no denial; come, we must have a trialfor really, this morning, I've nothing to dosuch a trial, dear sir, said the mouse to the curwithout jury or judge would be wasting our breathI'll be judge, I'll be jurysaid cunning old furyI'll try the whole cause and condemn youto death ~ lewis-carroll, @wisdomtrove
475:This love was a torment, and he resented bitterly the subjugation in which it held him; he was a prisoner and he longed for freedom. Sometimes he awoke in the morning and felt nothing; his soul leaped, for he thought he was free; he loved no longer; but in a little while, as he grew wide awake, the pain settled in his heart, and he knew that he was not cured yet. ~ william-somerset-maugham, @wisdomtrove
476:When I tried this morning, after an hour or so of unhappy thinking, to dip back into my meditation, I took a new idea with me: compassion. I asked my heart if it could please infuse my soul with a more generous perspective on my mind's workings. Instead of thinking that I was a failure, could I perhaps accept that I am only a human being&
477:Say to yourself in the early morning: I shall meet today ungrateful, violent, treacherous, envious, uncharitable men. All of these things have come upon them through ignorance of real good and ill... I can neither be harmed by any of them, for no man will involve me in wrong, nor can I be angry with my kinsman or hate him; for we have come into the world to work together. ~ marcus-aurelius, @wisdomtrove
478:When I tried this morning, after an hour or so of unhappy thinking, to dip back into my meditation, I took a new idea with me: compassion. I asked my heart if it could please infuse my soul with a more generous perspective on my mind's workings. Instead of thinking that I was a failure, could I perhaps accept that I am only a human being&
479:I tried. But I feel that I haven't given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say as others have said, "I have finished my day's work." But I cannot say, "I have finished my life." My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight, but opens on the dawn. ~ victor-hugo, @wisdomtrove
480:Of all the questions I'm asked, the most difficult is, "How does it feel to be famous?" Since I'm not, that question always catches me with a feeling of surrealism... .I've got three kids and I've changed all their diapers, and when it's two o'clock in the morning and you're changing something that's sort of special delivery with one eye open and one eye shut you don't feel famous. ~ stephen-king, @wisdomtrove
481:A Morning Prayer The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man; help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces, let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day. Bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored and grant us in the end the gift of sleep. ~ robert-louis-stevenson, @wisdomtrove
482:We never know when we too will be called into eternity. I doubt if even one of those people who got on those planes or walked into the World Trade Center or the Pentagon last Tuesday morning thought it would be the last day of their lives. They didn't - it didn't occur to them. And that's why each of us needs to face our own spiritual need and commit ourselves to God and his will now. ~ billy-graham, @wisdomtrove
483:To write weekly, to write daily, to write shortly, to write for busy people catching trains in the morning or for tired people coming home in the evening, is a heartbreaking task for men who know good writing from bad. They do it, but instinctively draw out of harm's way anything precious that might be damaged by contact with the public, or anything sharp that might irritate its skin. ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove
484:I realised that everything is arising spontaneously as one, and when I first experienced this deep realization it was truly astonishing. All is the one flow of life. The writing of these words is happening as part of that one flow just as naturally as the sun rises each morning. On a deep level the oneness of awareness is doing everything, just as the dreamer is doing everything in a dream. ~ tim-freke, @wisdomtrove
485:The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth. ~ william-somerset-maugham, @wisdomtrove
486:The particular skill that allows you to talk your way out of a murder rap, or convince your professor to move you from the morning to the afternoon section, is what the psychologist Robert Sternberg calls practical intelligence. To Sternberg, practical intelligence includes things like knowing what to say to whom, knowing when to say it, and knowing how to say it for for maximum effect. ~ malcolm-gladwell, @wisdomtrove
487:Thus Aragorn for the first time in the full light of day beheld Éowyn, Lady of Rohan, and thought her fair, fair and cold, like a morning of pale spring that is not yet come to womanhood. And she was now suddenly aware of him: tall heir of kings, wise with many winters, greycloaked, hiding a power that yet she felt. For a moment still as stone she stood, then turning swiftly she was gone. ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
488:Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast; and pattered, noisily, among the leafless bushes. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
489:Chris Langan] told me not long ago. I found if I go to bed with a question on my mind, all I have to do is concentrate on the question before I go to sleep and I virtually always have the answer in the morning. Sometimes I realize what the answer is because I dreamt the answer and I can remember it. Other times I just feel the answer, and I start typing and the answer emerges onto the page. ~ malcolm-gladwell, @wisdomtrove
490:Thoroughly unprepared, we take the step into the afternoon of life. Worse still, we take this step with the false presupposition that our truths and our ideals will serve us as hitherto. But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the program of life’s morning, for what was great in the morning will be little at evening and what in the morning was true, at evening will have become a lie. ~ carl-jung, @wisdomtrove
491:Let the children be free; encourage them; let them run outside when it is raining; let them remove their shoes when they find a puddle of water; and when the grass of the meadows is wet with dew, let them run on it and trample it with their bare feet; let them rest peacefully when a tree invites them to sleep beneath its shade; let them shout and laugh when the sun wakes them in the morning. ~ maria-montessori, @wisdomtrove
492:Within the miraculous brew of universal creativity , all you desire already exists. Spend five minutes each morning with your eyes closed, living in that dimension. Allow images to unfold without censor. Feel yourself living the most magnificent life - a life of joy, creativity and love - as you grow inwardly into the person you need to be in order to manifest it effortlessly. ~ marianne-williamson, @wisdomtrove
493:It is a good thing to let prayer be the first business in the morning and the last in the evening. Guard yourself against such false and deceitful thoughts that keep whispering, "Wait a while. In an hour or so I will pray. I must first finish this or that." Thinking such thoughts we get away from prayer into other things that will hold us and involve us till the prayer of the day comes to naught. ~ martin-luther, @wisdomtrove
494:A home isn't just a roof over our heads. A home is a place where we feel loved and where we love others. It's a place we belong. Love is what makes a home, not the contents inside the house or the number on the door. It's the people waiting for us across the threshold, the people who will take us in their arms after a ad day and kiss us good night and good morning everyday for the rest of our lives. ~ hermann-hesse, @wisdomtrove
495:From another direction he felt the sensation of being a sheep startled by a flying saucer, but it was virtually indistinguishable from the feeling of being a sheep startled by anything else it ever encountered, for they were creatures who learned very little on their journey through life, and would be startled to see the sun rising in the morning, and astonished by all the green stuff in the fields. ~ douglas-adams, @wisdomtrove
496:If you expect to be successful, you will eventually be successful. If you expect to be happy and popular, you will be happy and popular. If you expect to be healthy and prosperous, that is what will happen... Always think and talk positively about the future. Start every morning by saying: &
497:“Good Morning!” said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. “What do you mean?” he said. “Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?” ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
498:From one perspective I agree that everything is arising spontaneously as one, and when I first experienced this deep realization it was truly astonishing. All is the one flow of life. The writing of these words is happening as part of that one flow just as naturally as the sun rises each morning. On a deep level the oneness of awareness is doing everything, just as the dreamer is doing everything in a dream. ~ tim-freke, @wisdomtrove
499:People didn't know who I was or why I was there, so they started inventing stories about me. I was a registered sex offender and I'd just been released from prison and was being forced to do community-service work. I was a murderer, an arsonist - all these horrific things had been projected on me because no one knew what to make of this white guy who showed up and made toast at 5 o'clock every morning. ~ chuck-palahniuk, @wisdomtrove
500:A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove

*** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***

1:Like sweet morning dew ~ Method Man,
2:Morning, little one ~ Kristen Ashley,
3:morning’s breakfast ~ Sheila Turnage,
4:I woke up this morning, ~ Bob Marley,
5:Good morning, Sunshine. ~ Katja Millay,
6:Good morning sweetheart. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
7:Monday morning, as Wally ~ John Grisham,
8:Asleep? All the morning? ~ Gillian Cross,
9:you in the morning!” Then ~ Barbara Park,
10:He’s gone before morning. ~ Vanessa Waltz,
11:Prevent your day at morning. ~ Ben Jonson,
12:Morning always comes. ~ Barbara Kingsolver,
13:—The Dallas Morning ~ Doris Kearns Goodwin,
14:Do you lie more in the morning? ~ Anonymous,
15:Good morning,” the man said. ~ Blake Pierce,
16:Mood forming in a good morning. ~ Toba Beta,
17:Astonish me in the morning! ~ Tyrone Guthrie,
18:Christ is the Morning Star, ~ Venerable Bede,
19:Good morning Hank,it's Tuesday. ~ John Green,
20:I'm easy like Sunday Morning. ~ Lionel Richie,
21:At three in the morning? ~ Matthew FitzSimmons,
22:I`m not a morning person. ~ Laurell K Hamilton,
23:It's morning when I go to sleep ~ Jon Bon Jovi,
24:O hushed October morning mild, ~ Robert Frost,
25:The morning comes to consciousness ~ T S Eliot,
26:Brownies in the morning were the shit. ~ J Lynn,
27:I am not a morning person. ~ Laurell K Hamilton,
28:I'm happy to get up in the morning. ~ Kim Coles,
29:I'm not really a morning person. ~ Steve Burton,
30:Lovely morning, World War Two. ~ Thomas Pynchon,
31:Morning to ye! Morning to ye! ~ Herman Melville,
32:What a glorious morning this is! ~ Samuel Adams,
33:Good Morning! You’re Going to Die ~ Rick Riordan,
34:I could own you by morning.” Her ~ Tiffany Reisz,
35:It’s nine o’clock in the morning. ~ John Grisham,
36:But I am born happy every morning, ~ Edith Wharton,
37:Morning always promises miracles. ~ Sinclair Lewis,
38:the morning after Haley’s party and ~ Nancy Thayer,
39:What a thoroughly fucked-up morning. ~ Marko Kloos,
40:angle. Like this is part of my morning. ~ C J Lyons,
41:Coffe is the perfume of morning. ~ Charlaine Harris,
42:I'm a cold winter morning, y'all Summer's Eve. ~ Ka,
43:This morning, with her, having coffee ~ Johnny Cash,
44:Well I work up Sunday morning, ~ Kris Kristofferson,
45:...with no morning the day is sold. ~ Philip Levine,
46:I get up at the same time every morning. ~ Mehmet Oz,
47:I'm hugely self-critical in the morning. ~ Nick Cave,
48:morning edition. Unless, of course, the ~ Ian Rankin,
49:O, Life! how pleasant is thy morning, ~ Robert Burns,
50:One's palate is reborn every morning! ~ Enid Bagnold,
51:ten-thirty in the morning, being free, ~ Mike Lupica,
52:The dream is ended- this is the morning. ~ C S Lewis,
53:the morning before. Bosch thought ~ Michael Connelly,
54:The morning hour has gold at the mouth. ~ Max Muller,
55:The sun is but a morning star. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
56:But with morning cool repentance came. ~ Walter Scott,
57:Early morning does not mince words. ~ John Galsworthy,
58:Good morning is a contradiction of terms. ~ Jim Davis,
59:Good morning, people of the U.N. ~ Muammar al Gaddafi,
60:I'm a morning person, really alert. ~ Alice Temperley,
61:The morning Sunne never lasts a day. ~ George Herbert,
62:Things are always better in the morning. ~ Harper Lee,
63:We are all mad at three in the morning ~ Barbara Vine,
64:Autumn arrives in the early morning. ~ Elizabeth Bowen,
65:Every morning I wake up and thank God. ~ Aaron Neville,
66:It smells like rain in the morning. The ~ Tahereh Mafi,
67:Later in the morning Saul tried to die. ~ Ray Bradbury,
68:...morning is the soul's night. ~ David Foster Wallace,
69:News as wholesome as the morning air. ~ George Chapman,
70:That morning, awkward and heavy... ~ Natasha Trethewey,
71:The morning dragged and lasted two years. ~ Jojo Moyes,
72:The morning was so damp and misty ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky,
73:Things always look better in the morning. ~ Angie Sage,
74:Think in the morning. Act in the noon. ~ William Blake,
75:We’re leaving, Cassie. Tomorrow morning. ~ Rick Yancey,
76:When you own the morning, you own the day. ~ Hal Elrod,
77:Why won’t I believe it tomorrow morning? ~ Andr Aciman,
78:As the morning wore on, she was grateful ~ Linda Howard,
79:Evening words are not like to morning. ~ George Herbert,
80:Everything looks better in the morning. ~ John Galliano,
81:I awoke one morning to find myself famous. ~ Lord Byron,
82:In the morning when I rise give me Jesus. ~ Jeremy Camp,
83:Lovely morning! How lovely life can be! ~ Thomas Merton,
84:ABOUT JOE. Wednesday morning. He’d been dead ~ Lee Child,
85:But things are always better in the morning ~ Harper Lee,
86:I’ll be right here to love you in the morning. ~ M Never,
87:morning. Her gaze lowered to the screen. ~ Fern Michaels,
88:Night moves don't work in the morning. ~ Caroline Kepnes,
89:The morning steals upon the night, ~ William Shakespeare,
90:The morning was full of sunlight and hope. ~ Kate Chopin,
91:There is nowhere morning does not go. ~ Leah Hager Cohen,
92:up all morning; it would not be unheard ~ John Lescroart,
93:We can talk about murder in the morning. ~ Holly Throsby,
94:A violent wind does not last for a whole morning. ~ Laozi,
95:But things are always better in the morning. ~ Harper Lee,
96:eggnog French toast every Christmas morning. ~ Jamie Beck,
97:Good morning starshine the earth says hello. ~ Tim Burton,
98:I awoke one morning and found myself famous. ~ Lord Byron,
99:I’m squinting into hazy morning sunshine. ~ Paula Hawkins,
100:it's the proper morning to fly into Hell. ~ Arthur Miller,
101:It takes time to become myself every morning. ~ Lady Gaga,
102:minutes to get home, unlike the morning. ~ Danielle Steel,
103:Morning breaks. So do bottles and bones. ~ Clint Catalyst,
104:Morning’s for sweat, and night’s for regret ~ Scott Lynch,
105:Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. ~ Emily Dickinson,
106:We are like in-between evening and morning. ~ Io Sakisaka,
107:You will be a widow before the morning. ~ Georgette Heyer,
108:Good morning, Daddykins,” she greeted him ~ Mildred A Wirt,
109:I love the smell of book ink in the morning. ~ Umberto Eco,
110:In the morning I'm often anti-semantic. ~ John D MacDonald,
111:I open my eyes to find the morning adjourned. ~ Sara Baume,
112:Morning brings back the heroic ages. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
113:This early piece of the morning is mine. ~ Wallace Stegner,
114:Tis always morning somewhere. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
115:to school that morning. On cue - that is, late ~ Dee Ernst,
116:was I the same when I got up this morning? ~ Lewis Carroll,
117:was only to anchor him until morning. There ~ Paula McLain,
118:Your hair is all funky in the morning. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
119:Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons. ~ Jackson Browne,
120:hot breakfast on a cold winter morning ~ Barbara Ann Kipfer,
121:I like a good beer buzz early in the morning. ~ Sheryl Crow,
122:I love the smell of estrogen in the morning. ~ Katie Couric,
123:I worked the morning biscuit line at Hardee's. ~ Joni Ernst,
124:Know this: you can start over, each morning. ~ Tyler Joseph,
125:No clouds are in the morning sky, ~ Edmund Clarence Stedman,
126:Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, ~ John Milton,
127:The forest waves, the morning breaks, ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
128:think I’d prefer tomorrow morning. ~ The Arbinger Institute,
129:Try to live as though it were morning ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,
130:Benny was awake again. Happened every morning. ~ Eoin Colfer,
131:Books are reason to get up in the morning. ~ Nina Sankovitch,
132:But if, as morning rises, dreams are true. ~ Dante Alighieri,
133:Every morning, sun isn't in its' previous space. ~ Toba Beta,
134:For a morning raine leave not your journey. ~ George Herbert,
135:Good morning starshine the earth says hello.... ~ Tim Burton,
136:In the cold morning the rested street stands up ~ Allen Tate,
137:In the morning, I reach for the sports page. ~ Lisa Guerrero,
138:it’s too early in the morning for goodbyes. ~ Soman Chainani,
139:Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole. ~ Dave Eggers,
140:My future starts when I wake up every morning. ~ Miles Davis,
141:rare frost that morning, the wind howling ~ Colson Whitehead,
142:The early morning has gold in its mouth. ~ Benjamin Franklin,
143:Good morning, the city says. Fuck you. ~ Marie Helene Bertino,
144:I squeeze oranges every morning to make juice. ~ Utada Hikaru,
145:Oft morning-dreams presage approaching fate; ~ Michael Bruce,
146:Sleep. We can adore one another in the morning ~ Kim Fielding,
147:The light of morning decomposes everything. ~ Haruki Murakami,
148:Cranky you are this morning, Frau Steadman. ~ Kim Vogel Sawyer,
149:Drag the kids to the art museum in the morning, ~ Mindy Klasky,
150:have you not had your morning glass of shut up? ~ Ben Fountain,
151:In the morning I woke like a sloth in the fog. ~ Leslie Connor,
152:I wake up the next morning in Beyoncé's body. ~ David Levithan,
153:I woke up this morning, smiled at the rising sun. ~ Bob Marley,
154:must be feeling especially well this morning. ~ Teresa Burrell,
155:My kid gets me out of bed in the morning. ~ Lin Manuel Miranda,
156:My nerves were still singing from the morning. ~ Gillian Flynn,
157:Nothing of value was ever achieved in the morning. ~ Lee Child,
158:Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it? ~ Kobayashi Issa,
159:You gotta have style to get up in the morning ~ Diana Vreeland,
161:Couldn't start the morning without caffeine. ~ Ginnifer Goodwin,
163:God's mercies are new every morning. Receive them. ~ Max Lucado,
164:Hughes has to say. In the cold light of morning, ~ Charles Todd,
165:I had it not at night but by the morning's first ~ Stephen King,
166:I had no occasion for an apron on that morning. ~ Lizzie Borden,
167:I like to wake up each morning felling a new man. ~ Jean Harlow,
168:I look like a turnip with hair in the morning! ~ Dominic Cooper,
169:I love the smell of juice boxes in the morning. ~ Robert Duvall,
170:I’m getting so I miss my morning coffee and corpse. ~ Ed McBain,
171:I wait for the morning of my tears ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
172:morning brought something worse—lawyers. First, ~ Nathan Lowell,
173:On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul. ~ Stendhal,
174:She woke me in the morning with cries of dismay. ~ D H Lawrence,
175:Then we’re out into the bright Seattle May morning. ~ E L James,
176:Children have their morning song as well as birds. ~ Victor Hugo,
177:How the hell can a person go to work in the morning ~ John Prine,
178:I am not a morning person. I like to sleep in. ~ Martha Plimpton,
179:I like to get up in the morning and see people. ~ Garry Marshall,
180:In every countrey the sun rises in the morning. ~ George Herbert,
181:I opened two gifts this morning. They were my eyes. ~ Zig Ziglar,
182:I wait for the morning of my tears. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
183:On their morning walks, the girls’ hearts were ~ Karen Kingsbury,
184:Smile first thing in the morning. Get it over with. ~ W C Fields,
185:The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple. ~ Hilda Conkling,
186:Tomorrow is a lease I have to sign every morning. ~ Neil Hilborn,
187:Whatever you do, think of next morning's headlines. ~ Eric Berne,
188:You have to wake up a virgin each morning. ~ Jean Louis Barrault,
189:And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. ~ Suzanne Collins,
190:If you wake up in the morning, it is a good day. ~ Heather Morris,
191:In the morning, coming awake was like drowning. ~ Kristin Cashore,
192:It was late morning when Kassad finished his story. ~ Dan Simmons,
193:Morning seems to come earlier every year I live. ~ John Steinbeck,
194:On my morning run, I listen to sports talk radio. ~ Lisa Guerrero,
195:Prosthetic head is better than no head in the morning. ~ Tre Cool,
196:The Law is not the same at morning and at night. ~ George Herbert,
197:This morning, my mother didn't get out of bed. ~ Melina Marchetta,
198:you go to school every morning and sit there for ~ David Grossman,
199:I get up in the morning looking for an adventure. ~ George Foreman,
200:In the morning, I practice 15 minutes of yoga. ~ Vivienne Westwood,
201:I pulled back the covers and leaped into the morning. ~ Kiera Cass,
202:I rather like the smell of absurdity in the morning. ~ Tom Robbins,
203:It was a clear, black morning, encrusted with stars. ~ Donna Tartt,
204:I work out at Runyon Canyon almost every morning. ~ Trevor Donovan,
205:Let the morning keep what belongs to the morning, ~ Marie Rutkoski,
206:Let the morning keep what belongs to the morning. ~ Marie Rutkoski,
207:Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not. ~ Ursula K Le Guin,
208:Pumpkin spice lattes are egg nog for morning people. ~ John Oliver,
209:Waking up in the morning isn't a choice, you know. ~ Gary Kraftsow,
210:Be willing to be a beginner every single morning. ~ Meister Eckhart,
211:Every morning I stand on my head and do a yoga workout. ~ Mick Rock,
212:Have I mentioned I'm not much of a morning person? ~ Colleen Hoover,
213:he is willing to begin his life over each morning. ~ Steve Chandler,
214:I do dream every night but in the morning I regret. ~ M F Moonzajer,
215:Is it failure for morning to become afternoon? ~ Jeanette Winterson,
216:Morning sunlight filtered through my bedroom window. ~ Rick Riordan,
217:[My paradise:] This morning, with her, having coffee. ~ Johnny Cash,
218:No. Yeva hasn’t been very forthcoming this morning. ~ Richelle Mead,
219:Oh fair, oh sweet and holy as dew at morning tide, ~ Heinrich Heine,
220:[On old age:] You wake up one morning and you got it. ~ Moms Mabley,
221:Poetry is the morning dream of great minds. ~ Alphonse de Lamartine,
222:She loved you in the morning because the day was new. ~ Zadie Smith,
223:Smile first thing in the morning, get it over with. ~ Jane Seabrook,
224:Start every morning off with a personal success ritual. ~ Hal Elrod,
225:Things will look better in the morning, Pussy-Kat. ~ Stephanie Bond,
226:Today’s not bad . . . outside all morning,” said Ron, ~ J K Rowling,
227:You are as old as God and as young as the morning. ~ Hilda Charlton,
228:I feel like fashion should not happen in the morning. ~ Olivia Wilde,
229:I get really grinchy right up until Christmas morning. ~ Dan Aykroyd,
230:morning I was at work in the Labor Department ~ Doris Kearns Goodwin,
231:Morning sickness and bank robbery doesn't mix well. ~ Harry Harrison,
232:Once I get outside my house in the morning, I'm on. ~ Sammy Davis Jr,
233:Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning. ~ J M Barrie,
234:The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected. ~ Robert Frost,
235:The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day. ~ John Milton,
236:The sky glowed with sunrise, like a morning in heaven. ~ Julie Berry,
237:Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning. ~ Coco J Ginger,
238:Wash your face every morning in a bath of praise. ~ Charles Spurgeon,
239:When you get up in the morning, set your motivations. ~ Richard Gere,
240:Because every morning you have to wake up and be you. ~ Gillian Flynn,
241:Confidence, the sexiest thing I put on in the morning. ~ Miranda Kerr,
242:He had hobbled down there that      morning, ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,
243:His breath is cool and fresh in the crisp morning air. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
244:I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories. ~ Matsuo Basho,
245:I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning. ~ Lance Loud,
246:I love the smell of sex and brimstone in the morning ~ Juliette Cross,
247:I'm getting paid to wake up America every morning! ~ Ainsley Earhardt,
248:It's a five pots of liquid sleep kind of morning. ~ Michelle M Pillow,
249:Malevolence spilled from the woman like morning mist. ~ Hafsah Faizal,
250:Morning sickness isn’t supposed to last all day, is it? ~ Lissa Bryan,
251:My mother had morning sickness after I was born. ~ Rodney Dangerfield,
252:Not in the mornings, I'm always so tired in the morning. ~ Ed O Brien,
253:Silent waters rocking on the morning of our birth, ~ Gordon Lightfoot,
254:such: From the first morning after the move, when she ~ Gillian Flynn,
255:The night is still fighting the morning and so am I, ~ Melanie Karsak,
256:You can only come to the morning through the shadows. ~ J R R Tolkien,
257:Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter. ~ William Shakespeare,
258:Hope, the great deceiver, seduced her that morning. ~ Rabih Alameddine,
259:If I don't fish in the morning, I fish in the evening. ~ Deion Sanders,
260:If I turn up suicided in the morning, it was murder. ~ Chuck Palahniuk,
261:I love the smell of the universe in the morning. ~ Neil deGrasse Tyson,
262:​It was five o’clock on a winter’s morning in Syria. ~ Agatha Christie,
263:My little computer said such a funny thing this morning. ~ Alan Turing,
264:Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. ~ Charlotte Bronte,
265:The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost. ~ George Herbert,
266:The morning sagged and decided to last for several years. ~ Jojo Moyes,
267:The morning sun Radiantly Rises above the frosty woods. ~ Dakotsu Iida,
268:the president is making his morning walk to the mosque. ~ Mark Greaney,
269:There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light. ~ Rumi,
270:Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning. ~ John Steinbeck,
271:Washington County began issuing them again Friday morning. ~ Anonymous,
272:be a maker in the morning and a manager in the afternoon. ~ Gary Keller,
273:But I sure do love to whack a grown-up in the morning. ~ Charlie Higson,
274:Great morning prayer is like marinating in the Holy Spirit. ~ Mark Hart,
275:I just listen. Sitting here in the morning, eyes closed ~ Paula Hawkins,
276:In the morning it was morning and I was still alive. ~ Charles Bukowski,
277:I try to forget that only this morning I had lost control. ~ Kyra Davis,
278:I will confront the wasp in our nest come morning. ~ Karen Marie Moning,
279:Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning. ~ James M Barrie,
280:The childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day. ~ John Milton,
281:Weather tonight: dark. Turning partly light by morning. ~ George Carlin,
282:we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning. ~ Charles Bukowski,
283:At the first gesture of morning, flies began stirring. ~ Charles Frazier,
284:crow flies, during that night or early the next morning. ~ Antony Beevor,
285:Early morning cheerfulness can be extremely obnoxious. ~ William Feather,
286:Every morning is a revolution against the darkness! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
287:Faraaz dropped them in Port Blair early that morning. They ~ Sachin Garg,
288:Good morning, beautiful, call when you're awake. xx Adam. ~ Leigh Fallon,
289:Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered. ~ Sappho,
290:I like to see you in the morning all new and strange. ~ Ernest Hemingway,
291:I made love to her in the sweetness of the weary morning. ~ Jack Kerouac,
292:I still wake with your name on my lips every morning. ~ Melina Marchetta,
293:It all looks the same in the toilet the next morning... ~ J Ryan Stradal,
294:Morning dawns when the grace overcomes nature. ~ Charles Haddon Spurgeon,
295:The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon. ~ Libba Bray,
296:Use Cosmic Ordering now, not as a morning after pill. ~ Stephen Richards,
297:We learn geology the morning after the earthquake. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
298:Well, I come down in the morning and I take up a pencil and ~ Hans Bethe,
299:Well, someone had their Wheaties this morning,” he mused. ~ Dannika Dark,
300:What do you do from morning to night?” “I endure myself. ~ Emil M Cioran,
301:Being in love makes every morning worth getting up for. ~ Kathleen Fuller,
302:Can I hit it in the morning with out giving you have of my dough? ~ Jay Z,
303:Does breakfast in bed count as a morning workout? ~ Elizabeth Jane Howard,
304:I just enjoy life now. I just enjoy every morning I get to wake up. ~ Nas,
305:It’s like Wednesday morning at the world’s biggest Denny’s, ~ John Scalzi,
306:I used to spend every morning in detention at my old school. ~ Jake Lloyd,
307:I was going to shave this morning but mislaid my chin ~ Benny Bellamacina,
308:Morning is when I'm awake, and there is dawn in me. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
309:Never draw more in the morning than you can erase in the afternoon ~ alan,
310:On a morning like this, fear is a blue sky emptied of birds. ~ Fran Wilde,
311:Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning. ~ Charlotte Bront,
312:secret garden that morning, and in the midst of ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
313:That’s okay. He exercised at home this morning. Wall lunges. ~ Vi Keeland,
314:The forty days of the soul begin on the morning after death. ~ T a Obreht,
315:Wet with morning dew
I go in the direction I want ~ Santoka Taneda,
316:What do you do from morning to night?" "I endure myself. ~ Emile M Cioran,
317:You can chase away the morning, the end, by killing the sun. ~ Kim Holden,
318:You have to have a dream so you can get up in the morning. ~ Billy Wilder,
319:Bless my eyes this morning, Jah sun is on the rise once again ~ Bob Marley,
320:Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning. ~ Marcel Proust,
321:Doorman: Good morning Mr. Peaknis

Mr. P.: Go to hell ~ Rachel Caine,
322:Every morning I wake at 6am or 6.30am, champing at the bit. ~ John Grisham,
323:Everything will be better in the morning. It always is. ~ Barbara Hershey,
324:I love show business. I wake up every morning and kiss it. ~ Richard Pryor,
325:It's hard to act in the morning. The muse isn't even awake. ~ Keanu Reeves,
326:It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it. ~ Mary Oliver,
327:I was strange to keep waking up in the morning feeling good. ~ Rudy Rucker,
328:Morning showed up swinging a basket full of bright sunshine. ~ Ann Charles,
329:One bright morning when my work is over I will fly away home. ~ Bob Marley,
330:On the morning of the exorcism, I stayed home from school. ~ Paul Tremblay,
331:Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning. ~ Charlotte Bronte,
332:soon as rosy-fingered morning came forth from the first grey dawn, ~ Homer,
333:Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. ~ Anonymous,
334:We say something every morning when we decide how to dress. ~ Alison Lurie,
335:What do you do with a lifetime of work? Face it in the morning. ~ Iggy Pop,
336:What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly? ~ Rumi,
337:You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face ~ Carole King,
338:And I start off every morning dedicating it to our Creator. ~ Joseph Murray,
339:For 50 years, acting was the reason I got up in the morning. ~ Jack Klugman,
340:Go to bed early and wake up early. The morning hours are good. ~ Jeff Bezos,
341:How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning! ~ Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
342:If I believed in polls, I wouldn't get up in the morning. ~ Hillary Clinton,
343:I love the smell of New Orleans in the morning. Even now. ~ Lauren K Denton,
344:It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning. ~ Jimmy Buffett,
345:It was a short one-paragraph item in the morning edition. ~ Haruki Murakami,
346:I wake up every morning believing today is going to be better ~ Will Smith,
347:I wake up every morning singing The Star-Spangled Banner. ~ Terry McAuliffe,
348:I want to live in the calmness of the morning light. ~ Benjamin Alire S enz,
349:Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
350:Someone woke up on the wrong side of the broom this morning. ~ Jodi Picoult,
351:the morning, and I realize the entire life, which ~ Vishnuvarthanan Moorthy,
352:The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
353:What a morning it was for tears! What a book this is for tears! ~ Anonymous,
354:What I wouldn’t give to share one more morning with my dad. ~ Kathleen Long,
355:When you wake up in the morning, smile - and get it over with. ~ W C Fields,
356:You can't plant a seed and pick the fruit the next morning. ~ Jesse Jackson,
357:You feel a little older in the morning. By noon I feel about 55. ~ Bob Dole,
358:You have to get up each morning and tell yourself 'I can do this. ~ Unknown,
359:An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
360:Another morning feeling as shattered as I felt the night before. ~ Anonymous,
361:dreaming. But I know it’s real.” “When I woke up this morning ~ Marian Keyes,
362:Each morning, despite the unknowns, they made their legs move. ~ Tim O Brien,
363:Every morning prepare your soul for a tranquil day. ~ Saint Francis de Sales,
364:Find peace in the morning rush and you will have a good day. ~ Michael Dolan,
365:good sex, a hot shower, then bacon? Did a morning get any better? ~ J D Robb,
366:Her eyes were like the first morning of the world, so ageless ~ D H Lawrence,
367:If the morning is cold: begin with the scars at the bottom. ~ Jason Schwartz,
368:I had a monumental idea this morning, but I didn't like it. ~ Samuel Goldwyn,
369:It was the kind of Sunday to make one ache for Monday morning. ~ Joan Didion,
370:I've made more bad decisions at 3 in the morning than I can list! ~ Tim Gunn,
371:Lucille must have fed him a Vallium smoothie this morning. ~ Janet Evanovich,
372:Monday morning broke through, rubbing Sunday out of its eyes. ~ Cynthia Bond,
373:People who get up early in the morning cause war, death and famine. ~ Banksy,
374:Sometimes, the darkest part of the morning is just before dawn ~ Janette Oke,
375:The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day. ~ Henry Ward Beecher,
376:The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East. ~ Rabindranath Tagore,
377:The LORD’s mercies . . . are new every morning” (Lam. 3:23). ~ Caroline Leaf,
378:The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods. ~ George R R Martin,
379:the world was created this morning. No such thing as the past … ~ David Hare,
380:You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning. ~ Celia Rivenbark,
381:A horrible night might be hidden in a beautiful morning! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
382:Did you wake up on the stupid side of the bed this morning? ~ Tammy Blackwell,
383:Drink your coffee, it clears out the brain in the morning ~ Sergei Lukyanenko,
384:Good newes may bee told at any time, but ill in the morning. ~ George Herbert,
385:I don't greatly care for passes this early in the morning. ~ Raymond Chandler,
386:I never schedule meetings in the morning, if I can avoid it. ~ Jocelyn K Glei,
387:It's 4:30 in the morning, it's always 4:30 in the morning. ~ Charles Bukowski,
388:Men are as innocent as the morning to the unsuspicious. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
389:morning people to be pleasant, productive folks—“introverted, ~ Daniel H Pink,
390:Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. ~ J K Rowling,
391:Set a goal that makes you want to jump out of bed in the morning. ~ Anonymous,
392:Strong winds do not last all morning, hard rains do not last all day. ~ Laozi,
393:This morning I’m a mosquito, now you’re a flying cart?” Arosia ~ Marc Secchia,
394:With an iron-clad fist, I wake up and French-kiss the morning. ~ Jon Bon Jovi,
395:A morning of awkwardness is far better then a night of loneliness ~ Hank Moody,
396:because this morning you didn’t know you were gonna want me. ~ Caroline Kepnes,
397:But, as it turned out, hell got up awfully early in the morning. ~ Jim Butcher,
398:Early in the morning, late in the century, Cricklewood Broadway. ~ Zadie Smith,
399:Every morning is my birthday and every night is my death-day. ~ Santosh Kalwar,
400:Every morning we have a choice -- forget our dreams or live them. ~ Seth Gabel,
401:For Fang, getting out of bed in the morning is a career move. ~ Phyllis Diller,
402:For millions of years you have slept. This morning, will you not wake? ~ Kabir,
403:He won’t have a tail-feather left by morning,” said the cow. ~ Walter R Brooks,
404:If you’re a man at night, you’ve got to be a man in the morning. ~ Ryan Lochte,
405:I love the smell of paper in the morning; it smells like victory. ~ Alan Moore,
406:In the morning counsels are best, and night changes many thoughts. ~ Anonymous,
407:In the morning you wake from one bad dream and another begins. ~ Italo Calvino,
408:It's early in the morning and your competition is still sleeping. ~ Greg Plitt,
409:Mitch woke up the next morning the way he always did: badly. ~ Jennifer Crusie,
410:Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening. ~ Mahatma Gandhi,
411:The cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning! ~ C S Lewis,
412:We all have a bad morning after at some point in our lives. ~ Peter F Hamilton,
413:We get up in the morning. We do our best. Nothing else matters. ~ Judi Dench,
414:When I woke up this morning, I found I'd turned into my mother. ~ Mary Rodgers,
415:Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both? ~ Eoin Colfer,
416:And I have to get up early tomorrow morning to catch the train. ~ Paula Hawkins,
417:Because it is morning, it is morning, and there is so much to see. ~ Libba Bray,
418:Brodie Bruce:

419:But wait until to-morrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning. ~ H G Wells,
420:Did you all drink a potion of grasping the obvious this morning? ~ Victor Mil n,
421:For a souvenir, for a warning, for a lick of night in the morning. ~ Max Porter,
422:For millions of years you have slept. This morning, will you not wake? ~ Kabir,
423:good. And there was evening, and there was morning — the sixth day. ~ Anonymous,
424:I just motor through school in the morning and then go skating. ~ Ryan Sheckler,
425:In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
426:In a pleasant spring morning all men’s sins are forgiven. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
427:Meet the sun every morning as if it could cast a ballot. ~ Henry Cabot Lodge Jr,
428:Never face facts; if you do, you'll never get up in the morning. ~ Marlo Thomas,
429:One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table. ~ Holly Thompson,
430:Seven thirty in the morning is too early for a man of my standing. ~ Matt Roper,
431:Sunday morning,I empty of my little tricks to make life livable. ~ Jack Kerouac,
432:the endless easy joy that came with pissing into the morning sun. ~ Robert Reed,
433:There is more day to dawn; the sun is but a morning star. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
434:Well, it's a Bloody Mary morning, my baby left without warning. ~ Willie Nelson,
435:What do you do from morning to night?"

"I endure myself. ~ Emil M Cioran,
"It's morning and I still love you. ~ Sarah Addison Allen,
437:You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up. ~ Tom Robbins,
438:Art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there. ~ Ani DiFranco,
439:born on a early Sunday morning in August, 1960. A church baby ~ Kathryn Stockett,
440:Cast me gently into the morning for the night has been unkind. ~ Sarah McLachlan,
441:Getting out of bed in the morning is an act of false confidence. ~ Jules Feiffer,
442:Great. I was housing with the Extreme Morning Militants. What a joy. ~ Gini Koch,
443:He was from Glasgow. Everything past "good morning" was a blur. ~ Natasha Pulley,
444:I get bombed for breakfast in the morning, I get bombed for dinner. ~ Elton John,
445:In the South, Sunday morning sex is accompanied by church bells. ~ Florence King,
446:It was fine in the morning, particularly in the fine mornings. ~ Charles Dickens,
447:I was in fucking Ace Ventura's. At two in the morning." Reeve ~ Jessica Gadziala,
448:Morning came in through the blinds cutting everything into ribbons. ~ Amber Dawn,
449:Only I never wish to get up in the morning" ~ L Frank Baum Dorthy ~ L Frank Baum,
450:Snow endures but for a season, and joy comes with the morning. ~ Marcus Aurelius,
451:Stand up there tomorrow morning and be proud of your humiliation. ~ Jen Calonita,
452:Tell him he can have my title, but I want it back in the morning. ~ Jack Dempsey,
453:Tuesday morning, and with all the new security, I had to leave ~ Nicholas Sparks,
454:Waking up with a bad head in the morning is difficult sometimes. ~ Caroline Corr,
455:We awoke one morning in September, and the world lurched on its axis. ~ Jeb Bush,
456:We had cocktail parties and I'd stay up until 5 in the morning. ~ Dorothy Malone,
457:What do you do from morning to night?"

"I endure myself. ~ Emil M Cioran,
458:You know what Ken Lay had for breakfast this morning? Shredded Wheat. ~ Jay Leno,
459:Boredom is simply romanticism with a morning-after thirst. ~ Samuel Hopkins Adams,
460:C’mon. It’s only until tomorrow morning. I’ll take care of it. I ~ Hope Callaghan,
461:Drugs is like getting up and having a cup of tea in the morning. ~ Noel Gallagher,
462:He awoke the next morning to an instant consciousness of disaster. ~ Iris Murdoch,
463:How Do You Feel This Morning When You Know What You Did Last Night? ~ Neil Gaiman,
464:I expect you to get up in the morning, the rest is a surprise! ~ Santa Montefiore,
465:I have glaucoma, so use eye drops both morning and night. ~ Reverend Malcolm Boyd,
466:It was three o'clock in the morning. A time when frail people die. ~ Sue Townsend,
467:she’s been banged more times than a snooze button on a Monday morning. ~ K C Lynn,
468:Sitting in the morning sun, I'll be sitting when the evening comes ~ Otis Redding,
469:The bed of a tortured soul is always in shambles by morning. ~ Elizabeth Mckenzie,
470:The morning fog spreads from tree to tree like a blanket of regret. ~ Nina LaCour,
471:There is a Morning inside you waiting to burst open into Light. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
472:There will be rough nights but joy really does come in the morning. ~ Tyler Perry,
473:Three in the morning is never the time to try and sort out your life. ~ Matt Haig,
474:Wake up this morning knowing that the possibility for love is closer. ~ Jon Jones,
475:Why get up in the morning unless you’re going to have an adventure? ~ Hans Zimmer,
476:And you, madam, are ugly. But I shall be sober in the morning. ~ Winston Churchill,
477:By the time I got home, it was after two o’clock in the morning. The ~ Jim Butcher,
478:I actually really do meditation and then I spend my morning reading. ~ Jen Kirkman,
479:I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was. ~ Charles Bukowski,
480:I get up every morning and I'm going to end capitalism. ~ Bill Ayers,
481:In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. ~ Gertrude Stein,
482:It was morning by the clock but deepest nighttime in his body. ~ Jeffrey Eugenides,
483:I wake up every morning. I open my eyes and think: here we go again. ~ Andy Warhol,
484:Middle age is when you still believe you'll feel better in the morning. ~ Bob Hope,
485:On a bright Sunday morning in the early years of the last century, ~ Cynthia Voigt,
486:same place it was when I left earlier this morning. “Holly?” I call ~ River Savage,
487:servants, men in top hats and morning coats, shop girls in ~ Christina Baker Kline,
488:Since the lovely morning
of that day, we were sweethearts. ~ Juan Ram n Jim nez,
489:The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy. ~ Sarah Addison Allen,
490:The night was in the process of turning into foggy morning gloom. ~ Sahara Sanders,
491:There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into Light. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
492:The tempered light of the woods is like a perpetual morning. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
493:to proclaim your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night, ~ Sarah Young,
494:What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night ~ William Peter Blatty,
495:When in the morning light I wake, teach me the path of love to take. ~ Rick Yancey,
496:You have to get up pretty early in the morning to invent the news. ~ Lauren Beukes,
497:You really have to be a morning person if you want to be a teacher. ~ Alanna Ubach,
498:A glorious spring morning--very bright but cold--with a glass blue sky. ~ C S Lewis,
499:car. Remembering her kneeling the dirt, planting morning glory seeds. ~ Kim Edwards,
500:confinement. This morning the plane was over the Malay peninsula, ~ Alain de Botton,
501:Every morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.
   ~ Buddha,
502:Fear nothing! Have peace until the morning! Heed no nightly noises! ~ J R R Tolkien,
503:For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning. ~ Libba Bray,
504:Hello Dad! It is now three in the morning. Do you know where I am? ~ Bill Watterson,
505:He may be in for a rough morning then," Derek remarked, chuckling. ~ Stephen Zimmer,
506:I am a winter person, never happier than on a clear, frosty morning. ~ Nigel Slater,
507:I became a musician so I wouldn't have to get up at 6 in the morning. ~ Norah Jones,
508:I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning. ~ Victor Hugo,
509:In the morning I write love letters and in the afternoon I dig graves ~ Victor Hugo,
510:I’ve always loved morning. It’s just that I usually sleep through it. ~ Diane Capri,
511:I wake up every morning and I surprise myself. I wake up to a new me. ~ Gina Carano,
512:Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and Spring. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
513:No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning. ~ Cyril Connolly,
514:Saturday morning, you knew what was cool by what was on 'Soul Train.' ~ Nick Cannon,
515:The dew has fallen with a particularly sickening thud this morning. ~ Douglas Adams,
516:The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson,
517:When I write a novel I start each morning by reading for 20 minutes. ~ Richard Ford,
518:When you put your feet on the floor every morning, Hell should shake! ~ Joyce Meyer,
519:Wild winds never last all morning
and fierce rains never last all day. ~ Lao Tzu,
520:You can tell a man’s health by the strength of his morning piss. ~ Georgia Le Carre,
521:a series of mantras that they would recite morning, noon and night. ~ Robin S Sharma,
522:Cat got on the porch this morning, bout give me a cadillac arrest ~ Kathryn Stockett,
523:Each morning you dress to become a different woman. Fashion helps. ~ Carine Roitfeld,
524:Every night I drown and every morning I wake up struggling to breathe. ~ Carrie Ryan,
525:Getting up in the morning and loving what you do is a dream come true. ~ Elie Tahari,
526:If I want to get work done, that's usually about 3 in the morning. ~ Marc Andreessen,
527:I get up in the morning, and I'm reluctant to turn on the television. ~ Maya Angelou,
528:I love the bullshit morning shows. They're so stupid but I love them. ~ Ben Dreyfuss,
529:I saw a man this morning Who did not wish to die" Patrick Shaw-Stewart ~ Hugh Laurie,
530:I wake up every morning and I wish I were dead, and so does Jim. ~ Tammy Faye Bakker,
531:Just another cold, misty morning inviting, "want to go again?" ~ Mary Anne Radmacher,
532:Morning, guys!! Today, I wandered a bit from the path of life... ~ Masashi Kishimoto,
533:Or did you wake up on the wrong side of stupid this morning? ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
534:The morning sleeper Has much undone The quick will catch the prize. ~ James L Nelson,
535:There is more day left to dawn. The sun is but a morning star. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
536:There is nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning. ~ Vincent Van Gogh,
537:They believe each morning begins not just a new day, but a new world. ~ Rick Riordan,
538:This morning I was ten years old. Tonight I am older than the stars. ~ Kathryn Lasky,
539:Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon. ~ Raymond Chandler,
540:We just were a band one day. We woke up and in the morning we were a band. ~ The Rev,
541:Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green! ~ Robert Burns,
542:You have to get up every morning and tell yourself 'I can do this.' ~ Julie Johnston,
543:A cat understands how to be pleasant in the morning. He doesn't talk. ~ Tamora Pierce,
544:And she’s been banged more times than a snooze button on a Monday morning. ~ K C Lynn,
545:conclusions from his dreams, he thought the next morning as he dressed ~ Nalini Singh,
546:Create a vision that makes you wanna jump out of bed in the morning. ~ Ella Henderson,
547:Girlie, I'm front Texas. We shoot at each other to say good morning. ~ Kristen Ashley,
548:Her hair dreamt about being very carefully combed in the morning. ~ Richard Brautigan,
549:He worked out his frustration with life on the creek every morning. ~ Nicholas Sparks,
550:I can tell you that God is alive because I talked to him this morning. ~ Billy Graham,
551:I'm just tryin to be somebody I can talk to in the morning with a smile. ~ Aesop Rock,
552:In the morning, fog. As it slowly lifted, the expedition set off. ~ Stephen E Ambrose,
553:In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now. ~ Robert Browning,
554:It was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings. ~ John Steinbeck,
555:My ideal is to wake up in the morning and run around the meadow naked. ~ Daryl Hannah,
556:No, but you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in the morning sun. ~ Jamie McGuire,
557:No matter what kind of night you're having, morning always wins. ~ Barbara Kingsolver,
558:Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels. ~ Richard Wilbur,
559:Q: How would you like your eggs in the morning?

A: Unfertilized ~ Jodi Picoult,
560:the silent damnable small hours of the morning when one cannot sleep. ~ H P Lovecraft,
561:This was not judgment day—only morning. Morning: excellent and fair. ~ William Styron,
562:We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson,
563:When I look in the mirror in the morning, I want to take a swing at me. ~ Woody Hayes,
564:Yes, indeed. “Good morning” is an opener, and “Good day” is a closer. ~ Judith Martin,
565:You can only come to the morning through the shadows.” J. R. R. Tolkien ~ A M Johnson,
566:All I see in the mirror every morning is a face that needs washing. ~ Elizabeth Taylor,
567:Awakening in the morning returns us to life, and to awareness of death. ~ Mason Cooley,
568:Bagel in the morning is the ultimate breakfast for me; they're just good. ~ Lee DeWyze,
569:But fame isn’t what gets me out of bed in the morning. It’s purpose. ~ Gabourey Sidibe,
570:December morning—sunny and exceedingly mild—might have regarded Gabriel ~ Thomas Hardy,
571:He yawned and ran a hand through his Mohawk, which looked flat in the morning. ~ Tijan,
572:If it´s true that we are what we eat, then I could be you by morning. ~ Gena Showalter,
573:If you’ve slept soundly at night the morning is exhilarating, I suppose. ~ Osamu Dazai,
574:i live for that first second in the morning when i am still half-conscious ~ Rupi Kaur,
575:in a still, delicious room, with the summer morning sunshine ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
576:It is the afternoon of my birthday, but still the morning of my life. ~ Simon Van Booy,
577:It's the kind of house you'd like to wake up in on Christmas morning. ~ Michael Chabon,
578:It’s the morning after THE PHONE CALL and I’ve developed some kind of PTSD. ~ R S Grey,
579:It was sunny and cold outside, the kind of morning that autumn did best. ~ Emma Newman,
580:Just one small positive thought in the morning can change your whole day. ~ Dalai Lama,
581:Let me remember how it used to be, and bring one morning back again. ~ Charles Dickens,
582:Life took on quite a special meaning in this early morning solitude. ~ Henning Mankell,
583:Pattycake, pattycake, baker's man; good morning, madam, I'm a psychiatrist ~ Eric Idle,
584:SATURDAY morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, ~ Mark Twain,
585:She takes no notice of him; she seems to know nothing but the morning. ~ Anthony Doerr,
586:Silverpelt glittered in the sky like morning dew scattered on black fur. ~ Erin Hunter,
587:Sometimes you wake up in the morning and wish your parents had never met. ~ Bill Fitch,
588:The Art of Vermeer must have been there on the morning of creation. ~ Frederick Sommer,
589:the morning is younger than you. but you will always be more tender. – age ~ Anonymous,
590:the morning will come the day will begin and you will be forgotten once more ~ R H Sin,
591:The only kind of calls you get this early in the morning are the bad ones. ~ Jenny Han,
592:When the morning gathers the rainbow, want you to know I'm a rainbow too. ~ Bob Marley,
593:You have to do it now. If you wait until morning, you'll lose heart. ~ Khaled Hosseini,
594:You say something stupid and the next morning you're in the headlines. ~ Barry Manilow,
595:You've got to have style, it helps you get out of bed in the morning. ~ Diana Vreeland,
596:And then he exploded, lighting up the morning sky. Simber’s body returned ~ Lisa McMann,
597:...and this morning I am without fire, my marrow is ash, I am very sad. ~ H l ne Cixous,
598:at a time, to help us get up and out of the house in the morning. ~ Catherine Ryan Hyde,
599:Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again ~ Michael Ondaatje,
600:Had I been in some kind of psychotic haze all morning? Was I in one now? ~ Ransom Riggs,
601:He began his morning at six a.m. with a cup of coffee and a paperback. ~ Louise Erdrich,
602:I arise to face my failures every morning, but I never fail to face them. ~ Gino Norris,
603:I didn't know you this morning, and now I don't remember not knowing you. ~ Nicola Yoon,
604:If they come for me in the morning, they will come for you in the night. ~ Angela Davis,
605:I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then. ~ Lewis Carroll,
606:I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then. ~ Lewis Carroll,
607:I'm young as morning and fresh as dew. Everybody loves me and so do you. ~ Maya Angelou,
608:I pray every night before I go to sleep and every morning when I wake up. ~ Demi Lovato,
609:I've seen them on television on a Sunday morning most days of the week. ~ Jack Charlton,
610:Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being. ~ Rumi,
611:Morning glory is the best name, it always refreshes me to see it. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
612:No matter how dark the night, morning always comes, and our journey begins anew. ~ Lulu,
613:That would explain the pigs I saw flying over frozen Hell this morning, ~ John Gilstrap,
614:The last time I used? What do you mean? I used my toaster this morning. ~ Charlie Sheen,
615:The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations. ~ William Blake,
616:The next morning, close to two thousand people showed up at the library. ~ Susan Orlean,
617:They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father." ~ Emily Dickinson,
618:This was not judgment day - only morning. Morning: excellent and fair. ~ William Styron,
619:Very few things in the world are certain, but morning is one of them. ~ Gregory Maguire,
620:Waking up each morning to a hysterical alarm clock on the bedside table. ~ Paulo Coelho,
621:What inspires you, what excites you when you wake up in the morning? ~ Jennifer Aniston,
622:You have slept millions and millions of years.
Why not wake up this morning? ~ Kabir,
623:You wonder sometimes how our government puts on its pants in the morning. ~ Jon Stewart,
624:Always smile first thing in the morning.
Might as well get it over with. ~ W C Fields,
625:Energy in the morning, determination at midday, hunger in the evening. ~ John Katzenbach,
626:Every morning, . . . rededicate yourself to your path. . . . ~ Thich Nhat Hanh #Buddhism,
627:Every morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most. ~ Gautama Buddha,
628:Happy the hare at morning, for she cannot read The hunter's waking thoughts. ~ W H Auden,
629:Having children is fab. They keep me young and make me get up in the morning. ~ Jo Brand,
630:He winced as he rolled over, almost snapping his morning wood in half. Fuck. ~ Anonymous,
631:Hi! My little hut
Is newly-thatched I see...
Blue morning-glories ~ Kobayashi Issa,
632:I can’t deal with angry people until after I’ve had my morning coffee. ~ Henning Mankell,
633:I didn't want to go to sleep knowing I would just wake up in the morning. ~ Helen DeWitt,
634:I never knew of a morning in Africa when I woke that I was not happy. ~ Ernest Hemingway,
635:I roll out of my couch every morning with the more agreeable expectations. ~ H L Mencken,
636:I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it. ~ Gustave Flaubert,
637:I was a government employee in the morning and a writer in the evening. ~ Naguib Mahfouz,
638:I will vanish in the morning light; I was only an invention of darkness. ~ Angela Carter,
639:Meditate five minutes each morning and see it wake up your entire life. ~ Waylon H Lewis,
640:My hair smells like the morning dew on a holy sunset and praying elephants. ~ Jay McLean,
641:Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger, comes dancing from the east. ~ John Milton,
642:Scotch whisky is made from barley and the morning dew on angel's nipples. ~ Warren Ellis,
643:sharp-minded analytic capacities peak in the late morning or around noon ~ Daniel H Pink,
644:There's gonna be a general lack of toast in the neighborhood this morning. ~ Sam Shepard,
645:The sky was high and clear and the cool morning air held an omen of autumn ~ Maj Sj wall,
646:This is the unforgiving light of the morning, time to drop the illusion. ~ Gillian Flynn,
647:This morning, he'd carved out daylight for her in that stifling basement. ~ Tessa Bailey,
648:We look too much to museums. The sun coming up in the morning is enough. ~ Ralph Ellison,
649:What a splendid pleasure is to say good morning to the morning sun! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
650:You are pretty much the only thing that wants me to walk up in the morning. ~ Jojo Moyes,
651:You can't set a hen in one morning and have chicken salad for lunch. ~ George M Humphrey,
652:All you care about is how punk rock you feel when you wake up in the morning. ~ Lady Gaga,
653:A man dies daily, only to be reborn in the morning, bigger, better and wiser. ~ Emmet Fox,
654:At night you write out of guilt, but in the morning you write out of hope. ~ Roger Deakin,
655:Each morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most. ~ Rick Springfield,
656:Good morning, Dr. Chandra. This is Hal. I am ready for my first lesson. ~ Arthur C Clarke,
657:I do yoga every morning, then I run for half an hour and take a sauna. ~ Antonio Banderas,
658:If they come for me in the morning, they will come for you in the night. ~ Angela Y Davis,
659:I fucked you in the sand this morning. And now I’m going to make love to you. ~ Anonymous,
660:I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. ~ William Shakespeare,
661:I'm actually one of those people who get up energetic in the morning. ~ Elizabeth Edwards,
662:In the morning of like, work; in the midday, give counsel; in the evening, pray. ~ Hesiod,
663:I smile and play pretend through the Morning Show in the kitchen. ~ Laurie Halse Anderson,
664:It's a gray morning. A roll-over-and-snuggle-deeper-in-the-covers morning. ~ Kate Messner,
665:It was 2:49 in the morning. I had never, in my entire life, felt less tired. ~ John Green,
666:It was a Friday night, two in the morning, and my two best friends were shrieking ~ Tijan,
667:It was easier to fall asleep in the chair and just wake up in the morning. ~ Andy Andrews,
668:I was so happy every morning when I woke up that I was pissing smiley faces. ~ Nikki Sixx,
669:I woke up this morning, and I still don't believe I won the Daytona 500. ~ Dale Earnhardt,
670:Morning is white,
evening is black,
a gray sorrow
in between. ~ Abbas Kiarostami,
671:Note to self, lock bedroom door at night to keep perky morning people out. ~ Quinn Loftis,
672:Nothing woke up a man as quickly in the morning as a scorpion in his pants. ~ Dana Marton,
673:Oh, they’ll find him a job. Tattoo it on his paw every morning,” I say. ~ Suzanne Collins,
674:The first supplicant for the morning audience was a Kadeshian troubadour, ~ Frank Herbert,
675:The morning brought more peace if it did not entirely dissipate fear. ~ Elizabeth Gaskell,
676:The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
677:The phrase was “in two places at once,” and the memory was of early morning. ~ Ian McEwan,
678:Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker. ~ Ovid,
679:To simply wake up every morning a better person than when I went to bed. ~ Sidney Poitier,
680:Wake up in the morning with a specific goal to look forward to. ~ Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi,
sat there
in the morning. ~ Charles Bukowski,
682:WHEN THE DOORBELL rings at three in the morning, it’s never good news. ~ Anthony Horowitz,
683:When the doorbell rings at three in the morning, it's never good news. ~ Anthony Horowitz,
684:Worse than jokes in the morning did she hate the idea of a husband. ~ Elizabeth von Arnim,
685:And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning. ~ Theodore Roethke,
686:Every morning when I wake up, now, I regard it as having another borrowed day. ~ Malcolm X,
687:First thing every morning before you arise say out loud, I believe. ~ Norman Vincent Peale,
688:For Age and Want save while you may; No morning Sun lasts a whole day. ~ Benjamin Franklin,
689:I go into the office in the morning, I sue Barack Obama, and then I go home. ~ Greg Abbott,
690:I have vicarious morning sickness. Other people's babies make me nauseous. ~ Jacob M Appel,
691:I'm going to get you a broken alarm clock so you'll get up in the morning. ~ Jack Osbourne,
692:I often write either really early in the morning, or really late at night. ~ Tracy Chapman,
693:It was a soft breathless June morning, with a promise of sultriness later... ~ John Buchan,
694:Morning comes every day; the sunrise does not fail, nor the sunset. ~ Neale Donald Walsch,
695:morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. ~ Walt Whitman,
696:Morning people use up their perky too early and end up being just plain grumpy. ~ P C Cast,
697:Night is the time to dream and morning is the time to actualize them! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
698:SATURDAY morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and ~ Mark Twain,
699:Sometimes, I sit down to sketch at the unearthly hour of 3 in the morning! ~ Nafisa Joseph,
700:Sometimes it takes an entire morning to outlive a dream, to outwake a dream. ~ Don DeLillo,
701:sorry,no thanks,if i was going to die it could wait until tomorrow morning. ~ Rick Riordan,
702:The hardest for man is lie to himself between 3:00 and 6:00 in the morning. ~ Stephen King,
703:The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed. ~ Samuel Beckett,
704:When waking up every morning, let us pray for a day of complete consecration. ~ The Mother,
705:Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. ~ Raymond Carver,
706:You have to be able to wake up in the morning and say, 'I've been true. ~ Charles Gwathmey,
707:Anywhere I can ski in the morning and sell a movie in the afternoon is good. ~ Jeremy Irons,
708:Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. ~ Elizabeth Bowen,
709:Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
710:felt a warmth inside, a cosy, glowy feeling like hot tea on a cold morning. ~ Gail Honeyman,
711:Happy the hare at morning, for she cannot read
The hunter's waking thoughts. ~ W H Auden,
712:I don't need to be told the same thing every day, every morning, same words. ~ Donald Trump,
713:I just get up in the morning and say: 'Yeah man, I'm ready to score goals.' ~ Jermain Defoe,
714:I’m glad to know that time still keeps on flowing at four in the morning. ~ Haruki Murakami,
715:It's only when you stop to think about it. I don't stop. - From "Morning ~ Donald Barthelme,
716:It's the unanswered questions that makes it worth getting up in the morning. ~ Stephen King,
717:It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong. ~ John Cheever,
718:John Ford was so funny that I couldn't wait to go to work in the morning. ~ Richard Widmark,
719:Mombi is as guilty as a nun dancing the hoochie coochie on Sunday morning. ~ Danielle Paige,
720:No matter how confused, how tired, or how sad, every night has its morning. ~ Miyuki Miyabe,
721:Oh, it is wonderful to wake up in the morning with things to look forward to! ~ Dodie Smith,
722:That I’d later learn, the following morning when I woke up beside him in bed. ~ Mary Kubica,
723:The best image to sum up the unconscious is Baltimore in the early morning. ~ Jacques Lacan,
724:There should be a better way to start a day than waking up every morning. ~ Stephen Hawking,
725:this morning
I told the flowers
what I'd do for you
and they blossomed ~ Rupi Kaur,
726:When you wake up in the morning looking for the light, the light will come. ~ Oprah Winfrey,
727:Who can begin conventional amiability the first thing in the morning? ~ Elizabeth von Arnim,
728:Your lips are for songs about rivers in the morning and lakes at twilight. ~ Sinclair Lewis,
729:A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. ~ Walt Whitman,
730:Around me, the morning traffic neighed, brayed, and defecated on the street. ~ Ilona Andrews,
731:Every sunny morning is a great fountain; we quaff ‘sweet hope’ from it. ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
732:Get up early in the morning before everybody has breathed up all the good air. ~ Ruth Gordon,
733:Grief is like a long journey
You wake each morning in a different place ~ David J Delaney,
734:He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. ~ John Dryden,
735:High winds do not last all morning. Heavy rain does not last all day. ~ Tao Te Ching, ch.23,
736:I feel most like myself... after I run - I go out for five miles every morning. ~ Junot Diaz,
737:I sleep on my face, and then it does not frighten anybody in the morning. ~ Ernest Hemingway,
738:I told myself one more page and then the clock flashed three in the morning. ~ Jen Frederick,
739:It's beautiful how sometimes the morning sun scatters gold coins on the river. ~ Dean Koontz,
740:It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence. ~ Jacques Barzun,
741:I would drown in the ocean every morning
just by stepping out of bed ~ Casey Renee Kiser,
742:laid awake until three o’clock in the morning, listening for sounds outside, ~ Samuel Hawley,
743:Let me just say, as a fellow chick, her hair looked fabulous this morning. ~ Victoria Nuland,
744:Now, on nights that I can't sleep, I play video games alone until the morning. ~ Namie Amuro,
745:prodigious. Each morning the thirty men working in the kitchen prepared ~ Daniel James Brown,
746:Some people are better imagined in one's bed than found there in the morning. ~ P J O Rourke,
747:The key is to remember there is a tomorrow morning. The dance will continue. ~ Newt Gingrich,
748:The next morning Sadie helps me into her cream-colored Packard sedan ~ Christina Baker Kline,
749:The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs. ~ Hunter S Thompson,
750:Things that matter in the morning somehow don't matter in the afternoon. ~ Walter Dean Myers,
751:To be loved, I think, is the thing that gets you up in the morning. ~ Philip Seymour Hoffman,
752:When I wake up in the morning, I feel like a billionaire without paying taxes. ~ Ernie Banks,
753:You get up early in the morning and you work all day. That’s the only secret. ~ Philip Glass,
754:Every light has its shadow, and every shadow hath a succeeding morning. ~ Nicolaus Copernicus,
755:Fashion is a movie. Every morning when you get dressed, you direct yourself. ~ Thierry Mugler,
756:He who runs from God in the morning will scarcely find Him the rest of the day. ~ John Bunyan,
757:I am becoming in coming undone. I unbind. I rise like the morning: revolution. ~ Sarah Gerard,
758:I get very excited when I wake up in the morning and I am just full of oxygen. ~ Debbi Fields,
759:I have morning prayers and a nighttime reflection. I also read the Bible daily. ~ Roma Downey,
760:I’m frightened that one morning there will not be enough to keep me going. ~ Melina Marchetta,
761:I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer. ~ Dodie Smith,
762:Kiss an angel good morning and love her like the devil when you get back home. ~ Ashley Purdy,
763:My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley. ~ Victor Hugo,
764:The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue. ~ Dorothy Parker,
765:The fresh morning air keeps your mind clear and your power of discernment sharp. ~ Marie Kond,
766:The morning coffee
reminds me of your waking
I stir to find you ~ Tyler Knott Gregson,
767:The morning sun was as hot as the Devil’s coffee. The pavement was hotter. ~ Christopher Bunn,
768:The morning! The morning!" I cried, "I am caught by the morning and I am a ghost. ~ C S Lewis,
769:The next morning I was up bright and early. Mostly because I'd sold the curtains. ~ Angie Fox,
770:We ought to see the face of God every morning before we see the face of man. ~ Dwight L Moody,
771:Do you know who is up at four in the morning? Dairy farmers. Paperboys. Lunatics. ~ Leif Enger,
772:Everybody's after a new morning. What do we have to run up and salute tomorrow? ~ Robert Stone,
773:Good morning! What we have in mind is breakfast in bed for four hundred thousand. ~ Wavy Gravy,
774:Homer is new this morning, and perhaps nothing is as old as today's newspaper. ~ Charles Peguy,
775:how you get up in the morning will play a big part in how high you go up in life. ~ Zig Ziglar,
776:I like to eat yogurt in the morning. It's easy and quick and available anywhere. ~ Maud Welzen,
777:I’m not a morning person, I just do my best worrying when I should be asleep. ~ Charles Stross,
778:I spend most of my evenings grinding into the early morning to my favorite music. ~ Alex Jones,
779:just might get lucky enough some random morning to burst right into bloom. ~ Elizabeth Gilbert,
780:morning,” he says. Every one of my toes curls at his sexy drawl. “It is now. ~ Magda Alexander,
781:Reading the morning newspaper is the realist's morning prayer. ~ Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel,
782:The next morning, I had a dry headache and my mouth was a horrible, lonely place. ~ Roxane Gay,
783:There is something to be said for waking up every morning and seeing the sun. ~ Landon Donovan,
784:The third time I died was early on a Monday morning, a week after Labor Day. ~ Melissa F Olson,
785:The writer ... an athlete required to break the four-minute mile every morning. ~ Irving Stone,
786:Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. ~ William Blake,
787:This morning, she still seemed distant, but more in the manner of planning ~ Stephanie Laurens,
788:Well aren't we just two scoops of grumpy with a dash of asshole this morning. ~ Lani Lynn Vale,
789:we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning—— ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
790:When I workout early in the morning, the rest of the day feels so much better. ~ Robert Cheeke,
791:WHEN THE DOORBELL rings at three in the morning, it’s never good news. Alex ~ Anthony Horowitz,
792:When the doorbell rings at three o'clock in the morning its never good news ~ Anthony Horowitz,
793:you will I trust find heaviness may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. ~ Rachel,
794:Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark. ~ William Shakespeare,
795:Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun. ~ Zora Neale Hurston,
796:get up in the morning and we decide to be either bitter about the past or happy ~ Carolyn Brown,
797:Harrison Ford was seen co-piloting a helicopter and driving his Tesla this morning! ~ Anonymous,
798:I ain’t need no proof of puberty at fucking six o'clock on a Wednesday morning. ~ Lawrence Hill,
799:I'd come to find the morning depressing, to know it would come again and again. ~ Gillian Flynn,
800:In my world it’s impossible to be running late for anything at seven in the morning, ~ A R Wise,
801:Insufficient nourishment in the early morning leads to pessimism and doubts. ~ Elizabeth Goudge,
802:I shop for clothes when I have time - early in the morning or late at night. ~ Jessica Seinfeld,
803:It's beautiful here, but morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable. ~ Donna Tartt,
804:It’s beautiful here, but morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable. ~ Donna Tartt,
805:I've been getting into drinking smoothies in the morning - I like those a lot. ~ Gillian Jacobs,
806:I wake up every morning and think: You know what would be good today? Not dying. ~ Rick Riordan,
807:Most geniuses are just talented people who get up really early in the morning. ~ Joel Achenbach,
808:Oh, as I stood above the Neva this morning at dawn I knew I was a villian. ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky,
809:Say not 'Good-night' but in some brighter clime, bid me 'Good-morning.' ~ Anna Letitia Barbauld,
810:See this morning for the first time as a new-born child that has no name ~ Rabindranath Tagore,
811:Silly what's his name, the Shrek, whoever he was on the television this morning? ~ Paul Keating,
812:Some people sleep until morning. Others know they have to bring the morning. ~ Shlomo Carlebach,
813:So that Sunday morning I ended up going to church and that’s when I got saved. ~ Russell Wilson,
814:The one who has not seen Paris in the morning does not know how beautiful it is. ~ Irving Stone,
815:There must be some nerve and heroism in our love, as of a winter morning. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
816:The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. ~ Ian Fleming,
817:The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning. ~ C S Lewis,
818:Without my morning coffee I'm just like a dried up piece of roast goat. ~ Johann Sebastian Bach,
819:You are my first thought in the morning, and my last thought before I go to sleep. ~ Penny Reid,
820:You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless Love ~ Rumi,
821:You won't see me in a better mood than 4:00 in the morning on my way to work. ~ Christina Ricci,
822:A bachelor is a man who comes to work each morning from a different direction. ~ Sholom Aleichem,
823:As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'. ~ Dorothy Parker,
824:Cinema in India is like brushing your teeth in the morning. You can't escape it. ~ Shahrukh Khan,
825:...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
826:Every NASCAR driver watches Formula One in the morning; they are well informed. ~ Mario Andretti,
827:Good morning, Dr. Chandra. This is Hal. I am ready for my first lesson.” There ~ Arthur C Clarke,
828:Good Morning," she said.
"We all have our own opinions about that, Mrs. Rayne. ~ Lisa Kleypas,
829:I ain't rich, but Lord I'm free. Amarillo by morning, Amarillo is where I'll be. ~ George Strait,
830:I knew who I was when I woke up this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then. ~ Unknown,
831:I'm thinking to myself, I just love doing the art, it takes me a morning to do. ~ Eddie Campbell,
832:It's always such a joy that you wake up in the morning and there's work to do. ~ Jerome Lawrence,
833:It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea. ~ Richard Bach,
834:It was too early in the morning for family patriotism."
-Cecelia Brady ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
835:Mosley’s unease with all these claims had grown since that morning’s discovery. ~ John Carreyrou,
836:My flaws are what wake me up in the morning and what keep me awake every night. ~ Colleen Hoover,
837:note: people weigh their highest on Sunday;14 their lowest, on Friday morning.) ~ Gretchen Rubin,
838:The hardest part of the day is all the stuff after I open my eyes in the morning. ~ Jim Gaffigan,
839:The morning had started. Someone else was out there, threading the day into cloth. ~ Sarah Blake,
840:The recent trend in Japan is to utilize time in the early morning to take seminars. ~ Marie Kond,
841:The sound of the blades on the ice in the morning is like smelling fresh coffee. ~ Tara Lipinski,
842:This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise. ~ Jimi Hendrix,
843:Two o’clock in the morning with a newborn is the loneliest hour in the world. ~ Beatriz Williams,
844:When I wake up in the morning, I feel just like any other insecure 24-year-old girl. ~ Lady Gaga,
845:You'll see me differently in the morning, after I've fucked some sense into you. ~ Virginia Wade,
846:Champagne morning, sleepless grin, setting off and settling in. Today feels good. ~ Alex Gaskarth,
847:Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to be your morning lollipop, but I need to eat, too. ~ Pamela Clare,
848:Don't worry. I say that to myself every morning. It all works out in the end. ~ Gordon B Hinckley,
849:First thing I do [in the morning] is thank the master. I thank God every day. ~ Pharrell Williams,
850:Fresh, solid ideas feel like gifts to writers, therefore every morning is Christmas. ~ Criss Jami,
851:He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning. ~ Harper Lee,
852:I am an old consumer of papers. I cannot avoid reading my newspapers every morning. ~ Umberto Eco,
853:If a man in the morning hear the right way, he may die in the evening without regret. ~ Confucius,
854:I gave my wife a kiss this morning. She jumped out of bed and did a lap of honour. ~ Frank Carson,
855:I get up at 4:30 in the morning, seven days a week, no matter where I am in the world. ~ Bob Iger,
856:I love classical music and often listen to symphonies or opera in the morning. ~ William Mapother,
857:I love the morning time. There's something about having the day in front of you. ~ Sara Bareilles,
858:I'm loving 'We Are Young,' by Fun. Really gets the morning rockin' to a great start. ~ Katy Mixon,
859:Imports are Christmas morning; exports are January’s MasterCard bill. P.J. O’ROURKE ~ Matt Ridley,
860:It's an odd thing to have in common-- like sharing a puddle on a quiet morning. ~ Haruki Murakami,
861:I wake up every morning and say to myself, Well, I'm still in New York. Thank you, God. ~ Ed Koch,
862:I write seven days a week, starting at 4 o'clock in the morning, including Christmas. ~ Dan Brown,
863:Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs. ~ Roman Payne,
864:Morning can always be counted on to bring us back to a more realistic level. ~ Tennessee Williams,
865:Most things get better by themselves. Most things, in fact, are better by morning. ~ Lewis Thomas,
866:No more hard work than look beautiful with eight in the morning until midnight. ~ Brigitte Bardot,
867:On tops of mountains, as everywhere to hopeful souls, it is always morning. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
868:People who watch morning television are elderly, infirm or emotionally immature. ~ Roy Hattersley,
869:Seek God in the morning. Praise Him during the day. Meditate on Him at night. ~ Alisa Hope Wagner,
870:She suspected him of infidelity, with and without reason, morning, noon and night. ~ Ada Leverson,
871:So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill. ~ J R R Tolkien,
872:Sometimes you have to wait out the night,” she said quietly “Morning always comes. ~ Danika Stone,
873:Sparrows and pigeons and a blackbird were celebrating the morning in the courtyard. ~ Ruth Downie,
874:The two most joyous times of the year are Christmas morning and the end of school. ~ Alice Cooper,
875:You want him praising the Lord in the morning, you put a smile on his face tonight. ~ Mark Gungor,
876:[3]      c Weeping may tarry for the night,         but  d joy comes with the morning. ~ Anonymous,
877:A morning sunne, and a wine-bred child, and a latin-bred woman, seldome end well. ~ George Herbert,
878:And the light kept darkness away until the Morning Star came and found it burning ~ Michael Malone,
879:"Each morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most." ~ Teachings of the Buddha,
880:Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts
from one foot to the other. ~ Richard Siken,
881:I can promise that every morning when you wake up, you’ll never regret being with me. ~ Lynn Hagen,
882:I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning. ~ Ursula K Le Guin,
883:I have been quite put out of temper this morning and someone ought to die for it. ~ Susanna Clarke,
884:I have to re-create the universe every morning when I wake up, and kill it in the evening. ~ Bjork,
885:I love that this morning's sunrise does not define itself by last night's sunset. ~ Steve Maraboli,
886:I'm definitely a morning person. I wake up dead happy, looking forward to having my cereal! ~ Nico,
887:Now I'm a suitcase
Duct-taped to a satyr's back.
Worst. Morning. Ever.
~ Rick Riordan,
888:It's the friend you call up at four o'clock in the morning that really matters. ~ Marlene Dietrich,
889:I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's. ~ Anonymous,
890:I will never be a morning person, for the moon and I are too much in love ~ Christopher Poindexter,
891:Lady finger,
dipped in moonlight,
writing what for
across the morning sky. ~ Jerry Garcia,
892:Lose an hour in the morning, chase it all day.”—a Yiddish saying, author unknown ~ Timothy Ferriss,
893:She loved him even more than she had this morning, though less than she would tomorrow. ~ J R Ward,
894:Sure, mom, I settle down with a nice girl every night, then I'm free the next morning. ~ Joe Pesci,
895:the sun cleanses itself. i cleanse myself. for both of us. it is morning. — wudū ~ Nayyirah Waheed,
896:The voice clock mourned out the cold hour of a cold morning of a still colder year. ~ Ray Bradbury,
897:to get an onion and some bread, cheese, and a bowl of morning ale at the cookhouse ~ Martin Archer,
898:Well, you know, I look at myself in the morning and yes, yeah I-I am a God. ~ Billie Joe Armstrong,
899:what doesn’t get done in 40 hours by Friday at 5 picks up again Monday morning at 9. ~ Jason Fried,
900:Zen is very easy! It's like touching your nose when you wash your face in the morning! ~ Seungsahn,
901:All right now, y’all,” Granddaddy says to us. That’s his way of saying good morning. ~ Angie Thomas,
902:alone with the endless morning, and knew that the world was beautiful beyond naming. ~ Claire North,
903:By morning you won't remember his name and you won't want to forget mine." -Vinter ~ Lissa Matthews,
904:Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning. ~ Jojo Moyes,
905:Every morning the warm water reminds me
that I have nothing else alive near me. ~ George Seferis,
906:I never knew a man come to greatness or eminence who lay abed late in the morning. ~ Jonathan Swift,
907:I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick,
908:Never get married in the morning, because you never know who you'll meet that night. ~ Paul Hornung,
909:Of all the songs I've recorded, 'Amarillo By Morning' always sticks out in my mind. ~ George Strait,
910:Only through Beauty's morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge. ~ Friedrich Schiller,
911:Principle is principle, of course, and terror on a gray morning is another thing. ~ Thomas Keneally,
912:Rosie,” also called “Be My Woman, Girl (I’ll Be Your Man)” and “Early in the Morning ~ Tom Franklin,
913:Take five minutes to center yourself in the morning...Set your intention every day. ~ Oprah Winfrey,
914:That odd infallible sliding-like-crystal air on water that means day's left dawn for morning. ~ H D,
915:There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days, ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr,
916:The road of the pass was hard and smooth and not yet dusty in the early morning. ~ Ernest Hemingway,
917:This morning I was a servant, tonight I'm a princess. How much more will change? ~ Victoria Aveyard,
918:Truly human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning. ~ Ry nosuke Akutagawa,
919:Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read. ~ Omar Khayyam,
920:Ah, what a morning this is, awakening me to life's stupidity. [98 - Zenith trans.] ~ Fernando Pessoa,
921:All morning it has been raining.
In the language of the garden, this is happiness. ~ Mary Oliver,
922:and stood staring out at the morning, at the silent battalions of slow-moving clouds. ~ Stephen King,
923:And the sound of my smile
will be the alarm clock
to your morning ears. ~ Tyler Knott Gregson,
924:Audacious ribald: your laughter will finish in hideous boredom before morning. ~ George Bernard Shaw,
925:David woke to birdsong, the smell of morning chocolate…and an aching arse. Opening ~ Joanna Chambers,
926:Don't forget to pray today because God did not forget to wake you up this morning. ~ Oswald Chambers,
927:Every day is a renewal, every morning the daily miracle. This joy you feel is life. ~ Gertrude Stein,
928:Every girl wants to know that one morning you won't just wake up and feel differently. ~ Faraaz Kazi,
929:How do you live a long life? "Take a two-mile walk every morning before breakfast." ~ Harry S Truman,
930:How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds? ~ James M Barrie,
931:I am afraid to piss in the morning 'cause I don't want to waste any of my excellence ~ Miguel Torres,
932:I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking. ~ Suzanne Collins,
933:If you fail to pay your bill by 9 AM tomorrow morning your service will be discontinued. ~ Jon Jones,
934:I HAD GOTTEN to see the sun rise as I drove home that morning. I hate sunrises. ~ Laurell K Hamilton,
935:I like to run down to the beach and have a little swim in the nude in the morning. ~ Robert McNamara,
936:I'm a very early riser, and I don't like to miss that beautiful early morning light. ~ David Hockney,
937:I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face. ~ Langston Hughes,
938:It's a dangerous thing when someone gets up in the morning and has nothing to eat. ~ Bashar al Assad,
939:I wake up in the morning and ask myself; is life worth living? Should I blast myself? ~ Tupac Shakur,
940:I woke up this morning and I said to my self, 'Self, I think we need to party today'. ~ Nick Swisher,
941:My wife gets all the money I make. I just get an apple and clean clothes every morning. ~ Ray Romano,
942:Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning. Then ~ Bailey Cattrell,
943:Stupidity gets up early; that is why events are accustomed to happening in the morning. ~ Karl Kraus,
944:The easiest way to enter paradise is to make an early morning walk in a forest! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
945:Today is one long morning. But I have to be the one who wakes up and gets out of bed. ~ Adam Silvera,
946:We had no choice. We ran into darkness of the early morning leaving everything behind. ~ Lissa Price,
947:What if you woke up this morning and had only the things you thanked God for yesterday? ~ Max Lucado,
948:When I wake up in the morning, I meditate immediately, before I even get out of bed. ~ John Densmore,
949:...Are you always this charming after a morning blowjob or am I just lucky?" (Boyd) ~ Santino Hassell,
950:Art is not delivered like the morning paper; it has to be stolen from Mount Olympus. ~ Wayne Thiebaud,
951:Death is the Christian's vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home. ~ Henry Ward Beecher,
952:Directing is to fill anyone with a yearning to get back at ten o'clock next morning. ~ Tyrone Guthrie,
953:Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight. ~ Roberto Bolano,
954:Failure to meditate in the morning increases the probability of chaos throughout the day. ~ Joe Sacco,
955:Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning ~ Jean Craighead George,
956:He looked like a summer morning when he smiled, exactly like a summer morning. ~ Benjamin Alire S enz,
957:His cologne smelled like too many European businessmen jammed into a morning elevator. ~ Harlan Coben,
958:Home meant a sanctuary, as common and taken for granted as the sun rising in the morning. ~ G P Ching,
959:I exercise every morning without fail. One eyelid goes up and the other follows. ~ Pete Postlethwaite,
960:I'm very much a night person. Morning is a thing I only experience because I have to. ~ Patrick Stump,
961:I wanted him more than I wanted my morning cup of Joe, and that was saying something. ~ Penelope Ward,
962:Join me in the darkness, walk through my dreams, and hold my hand in the morning light. ~ Mimi Strong,
963:my mouth was involved. My own voice seemed to work all on its own that morning. ~ Catherine Ryan Hyde,
964:Nobody has time to keep trying on a load of things in the morning like a teenager. ~ Claudia Schiffer,
965:Nobody wakes up in the morning and says, ‘I can’t wait to clean out some shit today. ~ James Altucher,
966:The windows of number fifteen, reflecting morning sunshine, look like sightless eyes. ~ Paula Hawkins,
967:Think about waking up one morning and finding you don’t have a voice in anything. ~ Christina Dalcher,
968:We met on a Wednesday morning, and I'd fallen in love with him by Thursday evening. ~ Nicholas Sparks,
969:When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. ~ Tecumseh,
970:Women, to me, are best when they’re available for a couple hours, and gone by morning. ~ Zoey Derrick,
971:A deserted library in the morning—there’s something about it that really gets to me. ~ Haruki Murakami,
972:And if I don't be there by morning, she'll know that I must've spent the night in jail. ~ Eric Clapton,
973:Be here at six o'clock tomorrow morning," Wymack said. "We've got a game to win Friday. ~ Nora Sakavic,
974:Contacting a government office on a weekend is like phoning the Pope on Easter morning. ~ Kathy Reichs,
975:dazed mind. Early morning rays highlighted the water stains shining through the slap-dash ~ Dale Mayer,
976:Dear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion. ~ Cassandra Clare,
977:Don't clean your desk. You might find something in the morning that you can't see tonight. ~ Bruce Mau,
978:Every morning when I awake, the greatest of joys is mine: that of being Salvador Dali. ~ Salvador Dali,
979:He thought if I never have anything else I will always have dawn and morning sunlight. ~ Dalton Trumbo,
980:His edges had been gently rounded by nuanced debate and foreign coffee and morning news. ~ Jane Harper,
981:I just wanted to be alone for a while some place other than my house. Until morning. ~ Haruki Murakami,
982:I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly. ~ Vanessa Fewings,
983:It’s a drag, not being young, but at least I don’t have to take a test tomorrow morning. ~ Martin Amis,
984:It's five o'clock in the morning. You've just pissed on a dumpster. It's Miller time. ~ Robin Williams,
985:I wake up in the morning, I do a little stretching exercises, pick up the horn and play. ~ Herb Alpert,
986:I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s. ~ Truman Capote,
987:I will rise from the darkness, shining like the morning star. Illuminated woman am I. ~ Grant Morrison,
988:I would say it's like a meditative process, to have everything done for you every morning. ~ Joan Chen,
989:Morning," I say. "Shh," she says. "If you don't acknowledge it, maybe it will go away. ~ Veronica Roth,
990:My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one gray morning of war-time. ~ Evelyn Waugh,
991:Nothing like walking face first into a spider web in the morning. Happy Friday the 13th. — ~ Anonymous,
992:One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas I'll never know. ~ Groucho Marx,
993:On Seeing the 100 Percent Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning” by Haruki Murakami. ~ Neil Strauss,
994:Resolve was never stronger than in the morning, after the night, when it was never weaker ~ Mike Leigh,
995:Thank you for the sun you brought this morning
even though the sky was full of clouds. ~ Rod McKuen,
996:The best ideas I've had in my life are those I saw in my sleep, in the early morning. ~ Karl Lagerfeld,
997:The success of Morning Pages hinges on our doing them as close to awakening as we can. ~ Julia Cameron,
998:This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all! ~ Rumi,
999:We met every morning, still bearded with toast crumbs from our continental breakfasts. ~ Karen Russell,
1000:What's a triumph is that you woke up this morning and decided to live. That's a triumph. ~ Ned Vizzini,
1001:When I wake up every morning, I think to myself, Today my life will begin in earnest. ~ Gaito Gazdanov,
1002:When you get up in the morning, let your first thought be directed towards God. ~ Mata Amritanandamayi,
1003:A friend of mine has a ritual: He writes a poem every day with his morning coffee. ~ Arianna Huffington,
1004:A girl never knows when she might need a couple of diamonds at 10 o'clock in the morning. ~ Kris Jenner,
1005:Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world. ~ Leigh Hunt,
1006:Even if hope is just a low ember at night, in the morning you can still start a fire. ~ Andrew Peterson,
1007:Good humour was miles behind a second cup of morning tea. It was too early for nonsense. ~ Zeenat Mahal,
1008:Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning. ~ William Goldman,
1009:I don't know why you call it morning sickness, because I was sick all day and night! ~ Soleil Moon Frye,
1010:If in the morning you have heard the voice of celestial reason, in the evening you can die. ~ Confucius,
1011:I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop. ~ Clarence Budington Kelland,
1012:I give myself a good cry if i need it. A little each morning, a few tears and that's all. ~ Mitch Albom,
1013:In the morning, instead of saying to yourself, ‘I got to wake up’ say ‘I get to wake up!’ ~ Erykah Badu,
1014:I spent 30 minutes each morning rubbing my body with half a lemon to lighten my skin. ~ Josephine Baker,
1015:it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world. ~ Mary Oliver,
1016:It is morning, John Mayer Concert Tee. I have a series of problems that cannot be solved. ~ Amelia Gray,
1017:Knowing why we get up in the morning is one of the great antidotes to the downs in life, ~ Dan Buettner,
1018:One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism. ~ Pierre Auguste Renoir,
1019:She had a short fuse this morning, because it was a day that ended with y, you see. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
1020:Sometimes just getting up in the morning and standing at the gate can bring the gate down. ~ Joan Bauer,
1021:Sometimes,' she said, remembering that morning, 'I write poems that are taller than I am ~ Rumer Godden,
1022:The happiest part of a man's life is what he passes lying awake in bed in the morning. ~ Samuel Johnson,
1023:There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child. ~ Erma Bombeck,
1024:The time was the beginning of the morning, And up the sun was mounting with those stars ~ Joseph Conrad,
1025:through. Top coat might have to wait, though. This morning’s weather report showed more ~ Melinda Leigh,
1026:Towards morning I slept and was wakened by the continuous knocking at my door, so I guess ~ Bram Stoker,
1027:Want to be a better leader? Meditate in the morning and prepare yourself for the day ahead. ~ Joe Sacco,
1028:When I wake up the next morning, there's a Hershey's Kiss sitting on the table beside me. ~ Rick Yancey,
1029:When you woke up in the morning, discover the harmony and peace in the center of your heart. ~ Amit Ray,
1030:Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; ~ T S Eliot,
1031:12 “Have you ever in your life commanded the morning, And caused the dawn to know its place, ~ Anonymous,
1032:A dirty and mean sense of humor first thing in the morning. I may learn to like you yet. ~ Lorelei James,
1033:A smile across the aisle of a bus in the morning could save a suicide later in the day. ~ Fulton J Sheen,
1034:However vexed you may be overnight, things will often look very different in the morning. ~ John Lubbock,
1035:I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
1036:If unwilling to rise in the morning, say to thyself, ‘I awake to do the work of a man. ~ Marcus Aurelius,
1037:If you’re able to stand in the morning, my sweet girl, I’ll consider it a personal failing. ~ M Q Barber,
1038:I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly. ~ Winston Churchill,
1039:In Kashmir when we wake up and say “Good Morning” what we really mean is “Good Mourning. ~ Arundhati Roy,
1040:In the morning it was raining—constant, cold drops that turned the roads to muddy soup. ~ Patrick deWitt,
1041:I write best in the morning, and I can only write for about half a day, that's about it. ~ Norton Juster,
1042:Make no vows or promises in the dark. Always wait until morning.
-Najdan the Assassin ~ Laura Resnick,
1043:Noble men in the quiet of morning hear Indians singing the continent's violent requiem. ~ William Dunbar,
1044:One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know. ~ Groucho Marx,
1045:One of the coolest and wisest hours a man has, is just after he awakes in the morning. ~ Herman Melville,
1046:Some enterprising youth should go from door to door on Christmas morning peddling batteries. ~ Jean Kerr,
1047:The business of thinking ... undoes every morning what it had finished the night before. ~ Hannah Arendt,
1048:The three-o'-clock in the morning courage, which Bonaparte thought was the rarest. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
1049:Thoreau loved ants. He'd meet one in the morning and spend the whole day talking to him. ~ Charles Simic,
1050:to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther....And one fine morning- ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
1051:When Matussem Ramoud opened his eyes each morning, his wife would still not be there. ~ Diana Abu Jaber,
1052:Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night, Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to. Flight. ~ Gene Wolfe,
1053:compare waking up every day to the feeling they had as a kid, waking up on Christmas morning. ~ Hal Elrod,
1054:each morning is a blessing, as votive in nature as a communion wafer raised to the sky. ~ James Lee Burke,
1055:Early One Morning takes time and, I mean, all things like that I felt were very important. ~ Anthony Caro,
1056:Get some sleep, Secretary General, get some sleep. Revolution can wait till the morning. ~ Mohammed Hanif,
1057:He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning. ~ Tabitha Suzuma,
1058:I don't have to wait until the next morning to regret something I did that was kinda dumb. ~ Bobby Knight,
1059:If unwilling to rise in the morning, say to thyself, 'I awake to do the work of a man.' ~ Marcus Aurelius,
1060:I'm beginning to have morning sickness. I'm not having a baby, I'm just sick of morning. ~ Phyllis Diller,
1061:In the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
1062:... In the morning I write love letters; in the evening I dig graves. Such is life, rustic. ~ Victor Hugo,
1063:In the morning, the recaptured escapee had her arms and legs broken in front of their eyes. ~ Clive James,
1064:In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning ~ Carl Sandburg,
1065:I recommend free writing in the morning and the evening as a type of mental shower. ~ Gabrielle Bernstein,
1066:I was surprised to see you in Government this morning. I thought you said you were a junior. ~ Kasie West,
1067:I will wake up every morning with the protection of the American people my first thought. ~ Loretta Lynch,
1068:Mom and Dad would stay in bed on Sunday morning, but the kids would have to go to church. ~ Lynn Johnston,
1069:Monday morning always found him so—because it began another week’s slow suffering in school. ~ Mark Twain,
1070:Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day. ~ Glen Cook,
1071:Nonfiction-wha t the hell, that just says, this is nongrapefruit we're having this morning. ~ John McPhee,
1072:One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free. ~ Jack Abbott,
1073:People should wake up in the morning and say 'I am not a job seeker, I am a job-creator. ~ Muhammad Yunus,
1074:Prince used to call me up 3am in the morning and invite me to hear some of his new songs. ~ Sheena Easton,
1075:The world is new to us every morning - and every man should believe he is reborn each day ~ Baal Shem Tov,
1076:To me, there's nothing on earth other than women. It's why I get out of bed every morning. ~ James Ellroy,
1077:When I meditate in the morning, it really changes my day and my relationship with my day. ~ Lauren Bowles,
1078:Your first thought in the morning is usually the last thought you had before you went to bed. ~ Hal Elrod,
1079:A violent wind does not last for a whole morning; a sudden rain does not last for the whole day. ~ Lao Tzu,
1080:Don’t be so hysterical, it doesn’t suit you. Something’s come up, I’ll see you in the morning. ~ B A Paris,
1081:Do things for others and you'll find your self-consciousness evaporating like morning dew. ~ Dale Carnegie,
1082:Do your duty and think about God all day from morning to evening. See everything as God. ~ Sathya Sai Baba,
1083:Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn. ~ Mahatma Gandhi,
1084:Go on to sleep. Like they say, weeping endures for a night.” “But joy comes in the morning, ~ Tayari Jones,
1085:Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee.”1 ~ James MacDonald,
1086:If you cheat in the dark of the morning, you'll get found in the bright lights of the night. ~ Joe Frazier,
1087:I hold the gun & wonder if an entry wound in the night would make a hole wide as morning ~ Ocean Vuong,
1088:I like to cry. After I cry hard it’s like it’s morning again and I’m starting the day over. ~ Ray Bradbury,
1089:I like to indulge myself by sitting up late without having to do anything in the morning. ~ Diana Vreeland,
1090:Imagine waking up one morning and finding a piece of yourself you didn't even know existed. ~ Jodi Picoult,
1091:Imagine waking up one morning and finding a piece of yourself you didn’t even know existed. ~ Jodi Picoult,
1092:I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly. ~ Winston S Churchill,
1093:In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning. ~ Carl Sandburg,
1094:I wake up laughing. Yes, I wake up in the morning and there I am just laughing my head off. ~ Bruce Willis,
1095:I woke up this morning as one person, and now I'm supposed to be someone else entirely. ~ Victoria Aveyard,
1096:Love grew commendably dependable - love was eggs, love was ham, love was the morning paper. ~ Graham Moore,
1097:Misers get up early in the morning; and burglars, I am informed, get up the night before. ~ G K Chesterton,
1098:Secretary of State Colin Powell, thank you so much, as always, for joining us this morning. ~ Hannah Storm,
1099:She got the magazine on a Wednesday morning, and on Thursday announced our marriage was over. ~ David Gest,
1100:Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right. ~ Alexander Pope,
1101:The hawk ripped out his jugular, spraying the morning sunlight with a fine mist of blood. ~ Erika Johansen,
1102:the worst moment of any campaign is waiting for the sun to rise on the morning of battle. ~ Jeffrey Archer,
1103:Wanting is why people get up in the morning. It gives them something to dream of at night. ~ Leigh Bardugo,
1104:We’ll fix it in the morning, sweetheart. You can’t save the world after 1:00 a.m. Not even you. ~ Amy Lane,
1105:Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace the day's disasters in his morning face. ~ Oliver Goldsmith,
1106:We quarreled in the gray morning dew about morals; and made up over a red bathing suit. ~ Zelda Fitzgerald,
1107:Whatever fascination Lymond held for her mother, it had no power at five in the morning. ~ Dorothy Dunnett,
1108:When a man knows he is to be hanged in the morning, it concentrates his mind wonderfully. ~ Samuel Johnson,
1109:When the morning sun wakes up, the darkness in the valleys looks for a place to hide! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1110:When you know clearly what you want, you'll wake up every morning excited about life. ~ Mark Victor Hansen,
1111:You go away and I can’t think straight. It’s amazing I can even get up in the morning. ~ Elizabeth Eulberg,
1112:79 percent of smartphone owners check their device within 15 minutes of waking up every morning. ~ Nir Eyal,
1113:Ask yourself, “Who can I make smile this morning?” This is the art of creating happiness. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
1114:A song called 'Earth Angel' played in her head all morning—also three trumpets and a piano. ~ Helen Oyeyemi,
1115:Did you ever stand on a street corner in American at five o'clock in the morning?
I did. ~ Jack Kerouac,
1116:Do you ever wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and think, something's not accurate? ~ Doug Stanhope,
1117:"Every morning when I wake up, I dedicate myself to helping others to find peace of mind." ~ Dalai Lama XIV,
1118:Getting out of bed in the morning was the same as facing the blank wall of the Universe. ~ Charles Bukowski,
1119:I am a night painter, so when I come into the studio the next morning the delirium is over. ~ Philip Guston,
1120:I know my dreams will be of you, and I'm not sure how I'll stay away from you in the morning. ~ Kelli Maine,
1121:I’m a grown woman now,” Mom said almost every morning. “Why can’t I do what I want to do? ~ Jeannette Walls,
1122:Nobody wakes up in the morning thinking, 'I'm a bad guy.' They think they're the right guy. ~ Ray Stevenson,
1123:One did not drink sherry before the evening, just as one did not read a novel in the morning. ~ Barbara Pym,
1124:snowy morning
by myself,
  chewing on dried salmon.
~ Matsuo Basho, a snowy morning
1125:Some girls are bright as the morning / And some girls are blessed with a dark turn of mind. ~ Gillian Welch,
1126:Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for digestion." - Will Herondale ~ Cassandra Clare,
1127:That morning on sentry duty, before Percy showed up, Frank had almost told Hazel his secret. ~ Rick Riordan,
1128:Think in the morning, act in the noon, read in the evening, and sleep at night.” —William Blake ~ Anonymous,
1129:This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand. ~ Sara Baume,
1130:Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!' ~ Enid Bagnold,
1131:Your eyes look like chocolate,” I mumbled.
He smiled. “And yours look like the morning sky. ~ Kiera Cass,
1132:You wake me up early in the morning to tell me I am right? Please wait until I am wrong. ~ John von Neumann,
1133:All I know is, I want to go to bed with you every night and wake up beside you every morning. ~ Kaylea Cross,
1134:And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles. ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett,
1135:Blake: ‘Think in the morning; act in the noon; eat in the evening; sleep in the night. ~ Winston S Churchill,
1136:But in the morning everything can, and must, be seen. Daylight takes us; it peels us like fruit. ~ Amy Bloom,
1137:by morning everyone in Cainsville would know he’d stayed over, and that was just awkward. ~ Kelley Armstrong,
1138:Do we carry rich people on our flights? Yes, I flew on one this morning and I'm very rich. ~ Michael O Leary,
1139:Do you know how it hurts to touch you
knowing that in the morning I’ll still wake up alone? ~ Shinji Moon,
1140:Every morning has a unique story. There are always some seeds of possibilities waiting to sprout. ~ Amit Ray,
1141:Freedom itself was attacked this morning by a faceless coward, and freedom will be defended. ~ George W Bush,
1142:Good morning, doctors. I have taken the liberty of removing Windows 95 from my hard drive. ~ Arthur C Clarke,
1143:i decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path. ~ Laurie Halse Anderson,
1144:I draw flowers every day and send them to my friends so they get fresh blooms every morning. ~ David Hockney,
1145:I'm here because the reason I get up each morning, needs me as much as I need her." -Jax Stone ~ Abbi Glines,
1146:It was Sunday morning, and old people passed me like sad grey waves on their way to church. ~ Barbara Comyns,
1147:I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt. ~ Clementine von Radics,
1148:I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o'clock every morning. ~ Peter De Vries,
1149:My heart leaps as I remember this morning's note. This boy is my weirdo.
My weirdo is hot. ~ Cat Patrick,
1150:Outside was pitch black. So black I felt morning might never arrive, not for all eternity. ~ Haruki Murakami,
1151:People don't actually read newspapers - they get into them every morning like a hot bath. ~ Marshall McLuhan,
1152:... quickest way to spoil a friendship is to wake somebody up in the morning before he is ready. ~ E B White,
1153:Smile in the mirror. Do that every morning and you'll start to see a big difference in your life. ~ Yoko Ono,
1154:The brilliant blue of the morning sky has faded, as if left out too long in the sun. ~ Christina Baker Kline,
1155:The evening news made her wonder if God was dead; the morning sun made her believe He wasn't. ~ Carl Hiaasen,
1156:The evening news made her wonder if God was dead; the morning sun made her believe He wasn’t. ~ Carl Hiaasen,
1157:The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. ~ Harriet Beecher Stowe,
1158:The neighbor, Andy Tunks, called it in at 6:17 a.m. The victim didn't show up for a morning jog. ~ Nina Post,
1159:The quickest way to spoil a friendship is to wake somebody up in the morning before he is ready. ~ E B White,
1160:There won’t be any other guy before me. I decided that earlier this morning when you ran off. ~ Kenya Wright,
1161:What should I do?" "Throw up in your typewriter every morning." "Yeah." "Clean up every noon. ~ Ray Bradbury,
1162:A great statesman, like a good housekeeper, knows that cleaning has to be done every morning. ~ Andre Maurois,
1163:Bad news should always come after lunch.. first thing in the morning everything left a bruise. ~ Stephen King,
1164:Diamonds on the petals, Silver on the stems, Early morning sunrise Turns dewdrops into gems. ~ Charles Ghigna,
1165:Early every morning an old woman goes to the market to curse a grocery clerk, who curses back. ~ Mason Cooley,
1166:Every morning is a gift of life - bring some smile on your face and welcome the happiness of life. ~ Amit Ray,
1167:Every morning like a scholar at his first class I prepare a blank mind for the day to write upon. ~ Bruce Lee,
1168:Every morning you have two choices. Continue to sleep with dreams - or - wake up and chase them. ~ Jay McLean,
1169:Every morning you have two choices. Continue to sleep with dreams – or – wake up and chase them. ~ Jay McLean,
1170:Falling in love slowly is like awakening one morning to find that the sun has risen in the west. ~ Kim Wright,
1171:For years I have read the morning paper and harrumphed. There's a lot to harrumph about now. ~ Charlie Munger,
1172:got some things to do in the morning. How about if I pick you up?” “I can drive,” she said. ~ Nicholas Sparks,
1173:He awakens Me each morning; He awakens My ear to listen like those being instructed, Isaiah 50:4 ~ Beth Moore,
1174:I don't wake up each morning saying, 'Oh, wow, it's me. I think I'm the cat's meow. I'm the best.' ~ Jeb Bush,
1175:If chocolate were a mandatory part of breakfast, people wouldn’t be so grouchy in the morning. ~ Joanne Fluke,
1176:If you say 'Good Morning' in America and it's five past twelve you end up with a lawsuit. ~ Bernie Ecclestone,
1177:I'm sorry I didn't wear paint this morning. I tend not to wear it unless I'm getting highly paid. ~ Tyne Daly,
1178:I’m the type of person that tries to fall back asleep in the morning just to finish a dream. ~ Marilyn Monroe,
1179:I never drink coffee, can you believe that? Works in morning television, doesn't drink coffee. ~ Willie Geist,
1180:I will rise from the darkness, shining like the morning star.

Illuminated woman am I. ~ Grant Morrison,
1181:I woke up one morning, and all of my stuff had been stolen and replaced by exact duplicates". ~ Steven Wright,
1182:Jack Nightingale didn’t intend to kill anyone when he woke up that chilly November morning. ~ Stephen Leather,
1183:Maybe it's just the morning light, but he looks pretty cool standing there with his sword. ~ Rumiko Takahashi,
1184:Morning lost its healing powers when it arrived and found you already wide-eyed and wary. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
1185:Neighborhoods that mainly operated at night had a way of looking a lot worse in the morning. ~ William Gibson,
1186:No matter how you are feeling, get up every morning and prepare to let your light shine forth. ~ Paulo Coelho,
1187:On 9/11, that morning, I was in a Christian Dior Couture appointment at the Hotel Pierre. ~ Andre Leon Talley,
1188:On a snowy winter morning, Martise of Neith—once of Asher—opened a gate and awakened darkness. ~ Grace Draven,
1189:Reform is like morning glories; they look great early in the day and then they disappear. ~ George W Plunkitt,
1190:Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. ~ Jean Giraudoux,
1191:The early morning hour should be dedicated to praise: do not the birds set us the example? ~ Charles Spurgeon,
1192:The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer. ~ George R R Martin,
1193:The worst moment of any campaign is waiting for the sun to rise on the morning of the battle ~ Jeffrey Archer,
1194:Things which are gone in the morning: sleep, darkness, grief, the moon. Women. Dreams. ~ Catherynne M Valente,
1195:What made you wake up one morning and decide to try to take down the United States government? ~ Aimee Carter,
1196:When you've finished washing and dressing each morning, you must tend your planet. ~ Antoine de Saint Exup ry,
1197:Why do you never kiss me sweetly in the morning, Zoya?” “I do nothing sweetly, Your Highness. ~ Leigh Bardugo,
1198:You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning. ~ Paul Newman,
1199:You can walk in a dream while you are awake: Just walk in the misty morning of a forest! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1200:Also, it was the morning and it seemed a little odd to be thinking about poetry before luncheon. ~ Barbara Pym,
1201:And so it was that every few weeks, on a Saturday morning, I went home to Njoro to be a wife. D ~ Paula McLain,
1202:because morning gives a dimension of magic to any place it was soft and sharp at the same time. ~ Len Deighton,
1203:Cyrus Shawn O’Leary got that letter on the Friday morning at his home in Ann Arbor near Detroit. ~ Nevil Shute,
1204:Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this that drowning would be happiness and peace? ~ Charles Dickens,
1205:Every morning, when we wake up, we have twenty-four brand-new hours to live. What a precious gift! ~ Nhat Hanh,
1206:Everything solid for a time, and then the sun comes up one morning and the world begins to melt. ~ Paul Auster,
1207:For each new morning let there be flow of love. Let there be light of happiness in every direction. ~ Amit Ray,
1208:I am thinking that I love you more than Ren and Stimpy, playing Sega on a rainy Saturday morning, ~ M J Fields,
1209:I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. ~ E B White,
1210:I never look at the newspaper in the morning. That's the worst thing you can do with your brain. ~ Steven Holl,
1211:I never would start writing before midnight and I would finish at, like, seven in the morning. ~ Fran Lebowitz,
1212:Inspiration may sometimes fail to show up for work in the morning, but determination never does. ~ K M Weiland,
1213:I spent many a summer early morning with the radio very low, half sleeping and half listening. ~ Frankie Valli,
1214:It's important to stay hydrated - first thing I do in the morning is stretch and drink water. ~ Conor McGregor,
1215:Mm!” Joey rubbed his stomach. “I love me some root juice in the morning. Enlivens the senses! ~ Jessica Khoury,
1216:Morning a liturgy. It is a habit that ties the past to the future—a liturgy of love. ~ Cindy Rollins,
1217:Nixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning. ~ Hunter S Thompson,
1218:ONE MORNING IN AUGUST 1886, as heat rose from the streets with the intensity of a child’s fever, ~ Erik Larson,
1219:Sometimes, Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning. ~ Jojo Moyes,
1220:The brilliance of morning is in sharp contrast with the darkness of night" - Woman thou art loosed ~ T D Jakes,
1221:The chief rule of British Society: Sleep where you like, but be in your own bed by morning. ~ Stephanie Barron,
1222:The dawn broke, but the Sun did not rise that morning. It was a morning of ‘mourning’. (Page 24) ~ Neena Verma,
1223:The next morning, beer and I mutually decided our relationship wasn´t going to work out. ~ Denise Grover Swank,
1224:The next morning, beer and I mutually decided our relationship wasn’t going to work out. ~ Denise Grover Swank,
1225:The trouble with unemployment is that the minute you wake up in the morning, you're on the job. ~ Slappy White,
1226:This morning, Mom and I are going to the bank to open my very own checking account. I'm told this ~ Ryan Wiley,
1227:What is love? Love is eating twenty-four ounces of raw fish at four o’clock in the morning. ~ Anthony Bourdain,
1228:When she pulled the ribbon out of her mattress, at first light the next morning, it was brown. ~ Emma Donoghue,
1229:When traveling with someone, take large does of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee. ~ Helen Hayes,
1230:Why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world? ~ Mary Oliver,
1231:You can appreciate things at four in the morning that would go right past you during the day. ~ Abigail Thomas,
1232:You're thinking about how it's morning now or night and the next thing you know, you're old. ~ Haruki Murakami,
1233:You should have had my morning. God was busy so he sent one of his minions to give me a once over. ~ Ker Dukey,
1234:Be pleasant until ten o'clock in the morning and the rest of the day will take care of itself. ~ Elbert Hubbard,
1235:...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ... ~ John Geddes,
1236:Desire is like the shadow caused by the morning sun; it gets longer when you run to catch it. ~ Sathya Sai Baba,
1237:Each morning when I awake, I experience again a supreme pleasure - that of being Salvador Dali. ~ Salvador Dali,
1238:Every morning when I wake up, I make up my mind to solve as many problems, before retiring home ~ Aliko Dangote,
1239:Fang and I are always fighting. When we get up in the morning, we don't kiss; we touch gloves. ~ Phyllis Diller,
1240:Gen was a Cancer. Morning wasn't her best time of day. Cancer's were notorious night owls. ~ Erin Entrada Kelly,
1241:Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, any early morning talk about it. ~ Raymond Carver,
1242:Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? ~ William Shakespeare,
1243:I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
1244:I like to wake up each morning and not know what I think, that I may reinvent myself in some way. ~ Stephen Fry,
1245:In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
1246:It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better. ~ Leonard Cohen,
1247:Men and women were declared equal one morning and everybody could divorce each other by postcard ~ Kate Millett,
1248:Perfection takes time.”
“If you saw yourself in the morning, you would know that's not true. ~ Jamie McGuire,
1249:Poor John Simon - what a nightmare, to wake up in the morning and realize that you are John Simon. ~ Gore Vidal,
1250:Salutations," he said, and she smiled.
"Good morning."
"Yeah," he said. "It really is. ~ Jennifer E Smith,
1251:Stay, you'll leave me in the morning anyway. My heart, you'll cut it out you never liked me anyway. ~ Sara Quin,
1252:That evidence of the spirit of life is what makes me get out of bed in the morning. ~ Kristin Bauer van Straten,
1253:The dread that had been rising all morning rose higher in his throat as if by capillary action. ~ Anthony Doerr,
1254:There can be no whiter whiteness than this one: An insurance man's shirt on its morning run. ~ Gwendolyn Brooks,
1255:There seems to be a universal consensus among people of faith that God is a morning person. ~ Rachel Held Evans,
1256:This morning the fates tried to infuriate me but carried it too far, so that I became merely funny. ~ C S Lewis,
1257:Tomorrow morning the critic will be gone, but the writer will still be there facing the blank page. ~ Anonymous,
1258:We had dry martinis; great wing-shaped glasses of perfumed fire, tangy as the early morning air. ~ Elaine Dundy,
1259:x. IT WAS EIGHT-THIRTY IN the morning by the time I got to storage, with a sore jaw from grinding ~ Donna Tartt,
1260:You know, that's the trouble with drinking. Come the morning, you can never remember their names. ~ Janny Wurts,
1261:You know what’s really cool? Wake up every morning, decide what you feel like doing, and do it. ~ Amanda Palmer,
1262:Any new corpses today?"
"None yet."
"Pity. I’m getting so I miss my morning coffee and corpse. ~ Ed McBain,
1263:Be The Kind Of Woman That When Your Feet hit The Floor Each Morning The Devil Says, Oh Crap She's Up ~ Anonymous,
1264:Do you know that I was the anchor on the 'CBS Morning Show?' And my newsman was Walter Cronkite. ~ Dick Van Dyke,
1265:Dublin was turning into Disneyland with super-pubs, a Purgatory open till five in the morning. ~ Joseph O Connor,
1266:Few people arise in the morning as hungry for God as they are for cornflakes or toast and eggs. ~ Dallas Willard,
1267:His mercies never end. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness! Lamentations 3:22–23 ~ Beth Moore,
1268:I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it. ~ Sylvia Day,
1269:I don’t need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you’re in it. ~ Sylvia Day,
1270:If chocolate were a mandatory part of breakfast, people wouldn’t be so
grouchy in the morning. ~ Joanne Fluke,
1271:If there was no Black Sabbath, I could still possibly be a morning newspaper delivery boy. No fun. ~ Lars Ulrich,
1272:I have a pretty normal office day. I get to work at 10 in the morning and leave at eight or nine. ~ Pedro Winter,
1273:In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day. —F. ~ Gilly Macmillan,
1274:In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
1275:I photograph you every morning
In a cruel attempt to capture
A formal souvenir of what I love ~ Susan Rich,
1276:It's just a house. Lots of houses seem scary at night, but in the morning, they are friendly again. ~ E Lockhart,
1277:It’s only eight o’clock in the morning, and I think I’ve already had enough boys for one day. ~ Penelope Douglas,
1278:It was shaping up as a beautiful morning. The last thing I wanted to hear about was murder. ~ Jonathan Kellerman,
1279:Misers get up early in the morning; and burglars, I am informed, get up the night before. ~ Gilbert K Chesterton,
1280:My back leaned against a tree, and I allowed the tang of the morning air to kiss my cheeks. ~ Brittainy C Cherry,
1281:She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning. ~ James M Barrie,
1282:Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night. ~ William Shakespeare,
1283:The main thing on Caleb Walker’s mind as he sat at the table in the kitchen that morning was tits. ~ Bryan Smith,
1284:There's that moment every morning when you look in the mirror: Are you committed, or are you not? ~ LeBron James,
1285:This morning the fates tried to infuriate me but carried it too far, so that it became merely funny. ~ C S Lewis,
1286:this very morning, an hour agone, he has mounted his white ass for the return journey to Vyones. ~ H P Lovecraft,
1287:To get up in the morning & do the monumental tasks that face us, our labor is best fueled by love. ~ Cornel West,
1288:Wake up every morning and eat a bullfrog first thing, and the rest of the day will go just fine. ~ Carolyn Brown,
1289:Who wants to wake up in the morning and have to remember that they've got to face Adrien Broner? ~ Adrien Broner,
1290:You'll be beaten for this in the morning; but I may as well give you something on account now. ~ Rudyard Kipling,
1291:A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning. ~ Honore de Balzac,
1292:Are you about finished?” Hazel deadpanned. She looked at me. “He started his period this morning. ~ Jamie McGuire,
1293:At night our fear is strong . . . but in the morning, in the light, we find our courage again. ~ Malala Yousafzai,
1294:A woman's love is like the morning dew. It's just as likely to settle on a horse turd as a rose. ~ Larry McMurtry,
1295:Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation. ~ Mark Z Danielewski,
1296:Conscience is that still, small voice that yells so loud the morning after.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson ~ Kathleen Long,
1297:Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new sweet earth and the Great Silence alone. ~ Charles Alexander Eastman,
1298:Early in the morning Rikki-tikki came to early breakfast in the veranda riding on Teddy's shoulder, ~ Ruskin Bond,
1299:Eat a live frog first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day. ~ Mark Twain,
1300:Eve bit into some bacon -- honestly, good sex, a hot shower, then bacon? Did a morning get any better? ~ J D Robb,
1301:Every morning I take out my bankbook, stare at it, shudder - and turn quickly to my typewriter. ~ Sydney J Harris,
1302:Good morning, this is Dan Rather, with the news. Today, [person] died in an insanely nonhumorous manner ~ Tao Lin,
1303:How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them. ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
1304:I certainly don't sit around in the morning making pancakes listening to Whitehouse or anything. ~ Thurston Moore,
1305:I could not wait for the sun to come up the next morning so that I could get out on the course again. ~ Ben Hogan,
1306:I just sit there. The morning started out like crystal, but the day has turned to broken glass. ~ Sharon M Draper,
1307:I like to try to do a little work before I do anything in the morning, even if it's a paragraph. ~ Sloane Crosley,
1308:i'm glad to be alive
in a world where
his gently awakening eyes
nourish the morning sun. ~ Sanober Khan,
1309:I rode toward Rudolfo Maldonado's house, planning to murder him before he got his morning shave. ~ Nancy E Turner,
1310:Ma'am, when I got up this morning, I didn't want to be jackass. You just pushed my jackass button. ~ Bill Engvall,
1311:My occupation doesn't really allow for routines, but I'm pretty consistent about tea in the morning. ~ Asher Roth,
1312:Somehow, the Good Lord don't want to see no man start a cold morning with just black coffee. ~ Robert Newton Peck,
1313:some poems froth
and foam and rise...

out of my morning cup of
mist-sweetened coffee. ~ Sanober Khan,
1314:That's what keeps me up at three in the morning: Who's looking at reviews of Cabin Boy right now? ~ Chris Elliott,
1315:The best thoughts most often come in the morning after waking, while still in bed or while walking. ~ Leo Tolstoy,
1316:Wake up in the morning and say, 'I refuse to be a hack,' and see what happens by the end of the day. ~ Dan Harmon,
1317:Watch your breath
And unload your cart;
The rays of the morning Sun
Will wash your heart. ~ Banani Ray,
1318:What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me. ~ K A Tucker,
1319:All I have to do is wake up in the morning and go to bed at night, Jazz. Everything else is optional. ~ Barry Lyga,
1320:Begin by answering this question in a single, memorable sentence: Why do you get up in the morning? ~ Dan Buettner,
1321:But morning always comes, no matter what sort of night you’ve had; this is an underappreciated fact. ~ Ben Dolnick,
1322:Eden, yeah, she was definitely a morning glory: as pretty as a flower, with the strength of a weed. ~ Mia Sheridan,
1323:. . . had decided what to do, which was to smile like the morning sun with a knife in its teeth. ~ Terry Pratchett,
1324:Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this? ~ William Shakespeare,
1325:He had been unkempt the day before, but after the stress of his morning, he looked downright indigent. ~ S M Reine,
1326:I felt like a still live fish on ice in a butcher’s counter on Friday morning.

- On Cats ~ Charles Bukowski,
1327:I have a sort of Christmas-morning sense of the library as a big box full of beautiful books. ~ Audrey Niffenegger,
1328:I’m off,’ she said. ‘My agency said they’ll sue me if I’m not there at the shoot tomorrow morning. ~ Lucinda Riley, the morning -- 'When the world looks promising again despite what we know about it' -- ... ~ M John Harrison,
1330:It is a good thing to let prayer be the first business of the morning and the last of the evening. ~ Martin Luther,
1331:It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning. ~ H G Wells,
1332:kisses happen
when my morning
blueberry muffin
sails slowly
upon my savoring tongue. ~ Sanober Khan,
1333:Morning and evening
Someone waits at Matsushima!
One-sided love
~ Matsuo Basho, morning and evening
1334:Morning in the city is not a real morning; morning of the shepherd, that is the real morning! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1335:My last sunrise,’ said the vampire. ‘That morning, I was not yet a vampire. And I saw my last sunrise. ~ Anne Rice,
1336:Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. ~ Anonymous,
1337:She left for the doctor’s one morning thinking she had a stomach bug and returned a cancer patient. ~ Dan Marshall,
1338:Side by Side:
We sat side by side in the morning light & looked out at the future together. ~ Brian Andreas,
1339:Stretching exercises in the morning for face & body or my body feels heavy and I can't do anything else. ~ Seungri,
1340:The body clock is most responsive to sunlight in the early morning, between 6 a.m. and 8:30 a.m. ~ Shawn Stevenson,
1341:The next morning Sam woke up feeling good. Not sensational or anything foolish but supremely okay. ~ Mary H K Choi,
1342:The only ones awake at three in the morning are either those who are lonely or those who are in love ~ Faraaz Kazi,
1343:The topic on The Patty Winters Show this morning was Has Patrick Swayze Become Cynical or Not? ~ Bret Easton Ellis,
1344:This morning in the Washington Post there was a statistic about how 85% of Americans are Christians. ~ Sally Quinn,
1345:When January 1 dawned like any other morning, it broke Dad’s spirit. He never again mentioned Y2K. ~ Tara Westover,
1346:You know you grow old, when you start choosing your drink depending on its next morning after effects ~ Nik Krasno,
1347:You’ve got to wake up every morning with determination if you’re going to go to bed with satisfaction. ~ Hal Elrod,
1348:14 Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,    that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. ~ Anonymous,
1349:But in time the night, as all nights must, came to an end, and the morning dawned clear and bright. ~ David Eddings,
1350:Cat got on the porch this morning, bout give me a cadillac arrest thinking it was Mister Johnny. ~ Kathryn Stockett,
1351:Early morning & I don’t care that it’s starless. It’s okay that it’s endless but full of endings. ~ Nate Pritts,
1352:Every morning as I read the scripture, every night, I quote the Ten Commandments and the Golden Rule. ~ Bill Bright,
1353:he could make his little corner of the planet a bit better. Which was worth getting up in the morning. ~ JoAnn Ross,
1354:He had awakened at five that morning, as the condemned man awakens at dawn on the day of his execution, ~ Anonymous,
1355:I am 39 years old, and I still wake up every morning really excited I don't have to go to school. ~ Sarah Silverman,
1356:I can be drunk until 6 in the morning, and then I don't have to show up to work until 14 hours later. ~ Lewis Black,
1357:I don't feel I fit in with morning television because I'm like a vampire and I like to stay up late. ~ Paloma Faith,
1358:If I'm working on a film, I'll do sit-ups for before I shoot. Like, 100 in the morning or something. ~ James Franco,
1359:If I was slightly more attracted to men, I'd trade sexual favors for coffee like this every morning. ~ Alanea Alder,
1360:If you're sad about what you see in the mirror when you wake up every morning, you must change it. ~ Azzedine Alaia,
1361:If you see devils, they lock you up, but in America, if you see angels, they put you on morning TV. ~ David Sedaris,
1362:I got myself good this morning too. I did my pushups in the nude, I didn't see the mouse trap. ~ Rodney Dangerfield,
1363:I’m always thinking about creating. My future starts when I wake up in the morning and see the light. ~ Miles Davis,
1364:Imma go to Starbucks in the morning for some coffee, if it ain't no girls there i won't buy no damn coffee! ~ Lil B,
1365:In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
   ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
1366:I swear by my Clarisonic Mia 2! I use it every morning when I wake up and every night before bed. ~ Erin Heatherton,
1367:It was I, no less solitary than he but having made the lesser use of the morning, who was to be pitied. ~ Teju Cole,
1368:I walk into the office at Southwark Bridge every morning, and I have no idea whats going to happen. ~ Lionel Barber,
1369:Let's talk about a decision that women have to make every morning-
Big purse or little purse? ~ Lisa Scottoline,
1370:My perfect morning is spent drinking coffee, eating porridge and reading the paper at a local cafe. ~ Anton du Beke,
1371:No one wakes up in the morning and says, 'I want to gain 150 pounds and I will start right now! ~ Tricia Cunningham,
1372:Politics is like waking up in the morning. You never know whose head you'll find on the pillow. ~ Winston Churchill,
1373:Sometimes I miss out the morning's painting session and instead study my Japanese books in the open. ~ Gustav Klimt,
1374:Talk isn't work. Work is when you have pages in the evening that you didn't have in the morning. ~ Frederic Raphael,
1375:the morning glory also
turns out
not to be my friend

~ Matsuo Basho, the morning glory also
1376:The notes went out crystalline into the clean winter morning, to sound on the far, snowy peaks. ~ Yasunari Kawabata,
1377:There’s no protocol on how to console your girlfriend of four years who you just met this morning. ~ Colleen Hoover,
1378:The United States is like Count Dracula who at six o'clock in the morning has not sucked [any necks]. ~ Hugo Chavez,
1379:Well, I suggest you sleep on it," said Aunt Zelda sensibly. "Things always look better in the morning. ~ Angie Sage,
1380:What opens my heart is when my son wakes me up in the morning, nudging me and saying, 'Mommy, mommy!' ~ Erykah Badu,
1381:You are the morning smiles and the midnight whispers; how can I forget you without forgetting them. ~ M F Moonzajer,
1382:Your adrenaline starts to go when the market opens in the morning. It's like sports programming. ~ Sallie Krawcheck,
1383:You’re the first person I want to talk to in the morning, and the last thing I want to see at night. ~ Sarina Bowen,
1384:...You see, in the morning I always practice imagination for an hour or two. It does me lots of good. ~ Jane Bowles,
1385:And the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hit the moose. ~ Gary Paulsen,
1386:at this hour of the morning, and knock sleepy people up out of their beds, I presume that it is ~ Arthur Conan Doyle,
1387:- Because I feel sorry for you.
- Why?
- Because every morning you have to wake up and be you. ~ Gillian Flynn,
1388:Be the Kind of Woman that when Your Feet Hit the Floor Each Morning, the Devil Says, ‘Oh Crap, She’s Up! ~ Anonymous,
1389:Each morning when we wake up to life we see that we have a gift of twenty-four brand new hours. If ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
1390:Early in the morning a guard taps me awake. “So far, so good,” she whispers. “Remember who the enemy is. ~ Anonymous,
1391:Every morning is a new opportunity to enrich our lives and to understand and expand the best in our life. ~ Amit Ray,
1392:Every Morning You Have Two Choices: Continue To Sleep With Your Dreams, Or Wake Up and Chase Them. ~ Carmelo Anthony,
1393:Every morning you have two choices; radiate positive energy or radiate opposite to that. Choice is yours. ~ Amit Ray,
1394:From the calm morning, the end will come when of the dancing horse the number of circles will be nine. ~ Nostradamus,
1395:I did not want windows, only skylights. I chose my painting wall as it has the best morning light. ~ Ellsworth Kelly,
1396:In a gourd that had been handed down for three centuries, a flower that would fade in a morning. ~ Yasunari Kawabata,
1397:In the morning light the land and trees and the surface of the river were the color of fresh blood. ~ Joe R Lansdale,
1398:I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love. ~ Charles Bukowski,
1399:Is it possible to say "It was a beautiful morning at the end of November" without feeling like Snoopy? ~ Umberto Eco,
1400:It is completely usual for me to get up in the morning, take a look around, and laugh out loud. ~ Barbara Kingsolver,
1401:It's impossible to consider myself a producer. I can barely produce an English muffin, in the morning. ~ Johnny Depp,
1402:I want to get so famous that I don't have to wake up in the morning. It'll probably never happen. ~ Gabriel Iglesias,
1404:Morning parties, as a rule, are failures. People never know how to get away from them gracefully. ~ Anthony Trollope,
1405:Morning,” said Hagrid to a free goblin. “We’ve come ter take some money outta Mr. Harry Potter’s safe. ~ J K Rowling,
1406:Morning's great that way. You can cry yourself to sleep and wake up wondering what the fuss was over. ~ Terri Farley,
1407:My future starts when I wake up every morning. Every day I find something creative to do with my life. ~ Miles Davis,
1408:Night plans aren’t any good in the morning. The way you think at night is no good in the morning. ~ Ernest Hemingway,
1409:People in Oklahoma don't wake up every morning wondering what the government is going to do for them. ~ Mick Cornett,
1410:Seriously. She’d beaten that Unspoken One like morning wood with the same end result: an explosion. ~ Gena Showalter,
1411:Swallow a toad in the morning and you will encounter nothing more disgusting the rest of the day. ~ Nicolas Chamfort,
1412:The dawn is a term for the early morning used by poets and other people who don’t have to get up. – ~ Oliver Herford,
1413:The effort to validate the handwritten will of Seth Hubbard continued to unravel late Sunday morning, ~ John Grisham,
1414:The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-. ~ Emily Dickinson,
1415:This morning when I put on my underwear I could hear the fruit-of-the-loom guys laughing at me. ~ Rodney Dangerfield,
1416:tweeters felt active, engaged, and hopeful—generally rose in the morning, plummeted in the afternoon ~ Daniel H Pink,
1417:We are one sour breath of night and day, then dirt and stars, but we're holding the new morning. ~ Bruce Springsteen,
1418:We deal with our mind from morning till evening, and it can be our best friend or our worst enemy. ~ Matthieu Ricard,
1419:when I get up in the morning I think, boy, only fourteen more hours and I can be back to sleep again. I ~ Anne Tyler,
1420:When I open my eyes in the morning, I am not confronted by a world, but by a million possible worlds. ~ Colin Wilson,
1421:When I woke the morning light was just slipping in front of the stars and I was covered with blossoms. ~ Mary Oliver,
1422:When the sun shines wondrously in the morning, even the shadows in our mind start running away! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1423:Whoever named it morning sickness was a man,” Lina declared. “He was just home in the morning to notice. ~ Anonymous,
1424:a monk quietly sips his morning tea
a flowering chrysanthemum

~ Matsuo Basho, a monk sips morning tea
1425:And if I had a preference, it would be to be able to not be in the studio until 4 in the morning. ~ Alanis Morissette,
1426:Be pleasant until ten o’clock in the morning and the rest of the day will take care of itself. ~ Norman Vincent Peale,
1427:By morning an immense fleet of five thousand ships would stand off the invasion beaches of Normandy. ~ Cornelius Ryan,
1428:Donald Trump announces this morning that he will run for president. His hair will announce on Friday. ~ Albert Brooks,
1429:Each day is a lifetime. In the morning we are born. The day lies before us: vast and bright and new. ~ Michael Leunig,
1430:Every morning there are flowers of potentials. Your thoughts and interactions give them shape and reality. ~ Amit Ray,
1431:Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief. ~ Franz Schubert,
1432:Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it. ~ Raymond Carver,
1433:Her face. And she smiling. For a moment, just that moment, you would have thought it was May morning. ~ Angela Carter,
1434:Holy shit, do you guys dare each other every night to see who can do the stupidest shit the next morning? ~ Mark Tufo,
1435:How many women here like to have sex in the morning? Now how many like to be awake when it happens? ~ Marsha Warfield,
1436:i don’t pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning. ~ Anonymous,
1437:I fear the man who drinks water and so remembers this morning what the rest of us said last night ~ Benjamin Franklin,
1438:I love the morning time - a cup of coffee and to sit at the piano, that's probably my favorite time. ~ Sara Bareilles,
1439:I’m a morning person and a night person. So I have to be a nap person, or else I’m a tired person. ~ Jeri Smith Ready,
1440:I'm not against TV; I don't go on the morning talk shows because I'm not invited. If I was, I might go. ~ John Updike,
1441:I must be alone ten minutes in the morning and ten minutes in the evening. – Without a programme. ~ Tomas Transtr mer,
1442:I regard everything with irony, including the face I see in the mirror when I wake up in the morning. ~ Sam Peckinpah,
1443:Is it normal to wake up in the morning in a sweat because you can't wait to beat another human's guts out? ~ Joe Kapp,
1444:It feels great to wake up feeling healthy, awake and alert. I love waking up in the morning, taking a ~ Saif Ali Khan,
1445:It's frightening to wake up one morning and discover that while you were asleep you went out of style. ~ Erma Bombeck,
1446:It’s only when I’m in bed, trying to sleep, that I allow my thoughts to drift through my strange morning. ~ Anonymous,
1447:I write when I'm inspired and I see to it that I'm inspired at 9 o'clock every morning. Peter de Vries ~ Maggie Craig,
1448:Maxi dresses are also my best friend. They take me from my morning coffee, to the beach, to nighttime. ~ Hilary Rhoda,
1449:Morning conversations should be between very close friends or lovers, and otherwise avoided entirely. ~ Gene Doucette,
1450:No one is safe. Not in the Capitol. Not in the disctricts. And Thirteen...Dead by morning! ~ Suzanne Collins,
1451:O God! What a misfortune to be born! Born like a mushroom, doubtless between an evening and a morning ~ William James,
1452:Question for God every morning: What is the main event today? What do you want me to focus on today? ~ John C Maxwell,
1453:She’d found a new soft porn website that morning. There were lots of interesting pictures and articles ~ Mel Sherratt,
1454:Sighing, I finally hit the twenty-minute mark with one mile under my belt for the morning. Not too shabby. ~ Sara Ney,
1455:Sometimes, Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning. - Will ~ Jojo Moyes,
1456:Sometimes you just get the feeling that here it is 11o'clock in the morning and you're not in school. ~ Marlon Brando,
1457:The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me. ~ Chief Dan George,
1458:the first thing the child of God has to do morning by morning is to obtain food for his inner man. ~ Donald S Whitney,
1459:The mind does most of its best thinking when we aren't there. The answers are there in the morning. ~ Alain de Botton,
1460:There's ache in her arms and ache in her legs and heart. But on her face is the beauty of the morning. ~ Markus Zusak,
1461:True terror is to wake up one morning and realize that your high school class is running the country. ~ Kurt Vonnegut,
1462:Vengeance is mine saith the Lord but this morning He's going to fucking well have to share. ~ Matthew Woodring Stover,
1463:Weather forecast for tonight: dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning. ~ George Carlin,
1464:What should I do?"
"Throw up in your typewriter every morning."
"Clean up every noon. ~ Ray Bradbury,
1465:When you have to get into the character each morning, give it your voice, your face, it was torture. ~ Victoria Abril,
1466:Woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand. Who's wine, what wine, where the hell did I dine? ~ Peter Frampton,
1467:woman’s love is like the morning dew, it’s just as apt to settle on a horse turd as it is on a rose. ~ Larry McMurtry,
1468:You get leafy greens in your body first thing in the morning and you'll lose a lot of weight. ~ Christopher McDougall,
1469:You put things off and then one morning you wake up and say—today I will change the oil in my truck. ~ Charles Portis,
1470:All top international athletes wake up in the morning feeling tired and go to bed feeling very tired. ~ Brendan Foster,
1471:As far as I'm concerned, the entire reason for becoming a writer is not having to get up in the morning. ~ Neil Gaiman,
1472:At four o'clock in the morning, when everyone is drunk enough, then extraordinary things can happen. ~ James A Baldwin,
1473:Be the kind of woman who, when your feet hit the floor each morning, the devil says "Oh, no! She's up. ~ Joanne Clancy,
1474:Bobby just stared at me. There was already crumbs in his mustache and it was barely seven in the morning. ~ Susan Juby,
1475:But he said, “Because I feel sorry for you.” “Why?” “Because every morning you have to wake up and be you. ~ Anonymous,
1476:Everyone who was in the Delacroix house on Christmas morning got a stocking. That was one of the rules. ~ Eileen Wilks,
1477:Every time I get up in the morning, melodies occur to me and I start trying to shape lyrics to melodies. ~ Andrew Bird,
1478:Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, my brother's was worth a pocket watch. ~ Ruta Sepetys,
1479:Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, my brother’s was worth a pocket watch. ~ Ruta Sepetys,
1480:Hold your head high, stick your chest out. It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes. Keep hope alive. ~ Jesse Jackson,
1481:I awoke on the fifth morning with a brightness of anticipation that seemed to challenge fate. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,
1482:I can't wait to wake up in the morning and listen to music in order to try to find something to work with. ~ Girl Talk,
1483:If the world is at its most dangerous at night, he thought, surely it is safest in the early morning, ~ David Gaughran,
1484:I like getting up in the morning, and I like better having something to do when I get up in the morning. ~ Norman Lear,
1485:I’ll feed fifty goddamn people every freaking morning if I have to. Just so he can eat one sandwich. ~ Debra Anastasia,
1486:In West Virginia, the most vulnerable people we have are people who get up every morning and go to work. ~ Joe Manchin,
1487:I think Christ has recommended rising early in the morning by his rising from the grave very early. ~ Jonathan Edwards,
1488:I was my usual charming morning self, threatening blood feud with anyone fool enough to disturb my dreams. ~ Glen Cook,
1489:Janette left, after promising the sheriff she would not try to locate Pat’s house until morning. ~ William W Johnstone,
1490:No matter how dark the night, God’s mercies are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness.” Levi ~ Kim Vogel Sawyer,
1491:Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow. ~ Joan Baez,
1492:Satan gets disturbed -and defeated -when you decide to do more that be a Sunday-morning Christian. ~ Jentezen Franklin,
1493:The best way to live above all fear of death is to die every morning before you leave your bedroom. ~ Charles Spurgeon,
1494:The biggest task in the morning is to try to keep my headspace from being invaded by the outside world. ~ Austin Kleon,
1495:There's nothing like the knowledge of being hanged in the morning to concentrate the mind wonderfully. ~ Timothy Spall,
1496:This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart. ~ Franz Kafka,
1497:True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country. ~ Kurt Vonnegut,
1498:Who shit in your coffee this morning?”

“And you don't say things like that. You're Ryodan ~ Karen Marie Moning,
1499:You cannot go to sleep with one form of economic system and wake up the next morning with another. ~ Mikhail Gorbachev,
1500:And anyway, never, never apologise the morning after for what your hormones were telling you last night. ~ Paul Russell,

IN CHAPTERS [150/1543]

  748 Integral Yoga
  449 Poetry
  119 Fiction
   82 Philosophy
   79 Mysticism
   61 Yoga
   58 Occultism
   24 Christianity
   21 Philsophy
   13 Psychology
   11 Zen
   11 Buddhism
   9 Mythology
   7 Hinduism
   4 Baha i Faith
   3 Sufism
   2 Theosophy
   2 Education
   1 Thelema
   1 Kabbalah
   1 Alchemy

  462 The Mother
  398 Satprem
  274 Sri Aurobindo
   72 H P Lovecraft
   66 William Wordsworth
   55 Rabindranath Tagore
   53 Percy Bysshe Shelley
   49 Sri Ramakrishna
   39 John Keats
   33 Walt Whitman
   31 James George Frazer
   28 Robert Browning
   25 Nolini Kanta Gupta
   24 William Butler Yeats
   23 Aleister Crowley
   21 Ralph Waldo Emerson
   16 Friedrich Schiller
   13 Friedrich Nietzsche
   12 Jorge Luis Borges
   12 A B Purani
   11 Anonymous
   10 Nirodbaran
   9 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
   9 Carl Jung
   7 Saint John of Climacus
   7 Saint Augustine of Hippo
   7 Ovid
   7 Henry David Thoreau
   6 Swami Krishnananda
   6 Matsuo Basho
   5 Taigu Ryokan
   5 Plato
   5 Lucretius
   5 Li Bai
   5 Jalaluddin Rumi
   5 Baha u llah
   4 Vyasa
   4 Swami Vivekananda
   4 Jordan Peterson
   4 Edgar Allan Poe
   4 Bokar Rinpoche
   4 Aldous Huxley
   3 Swami Sivananda Saraswati
   3 Sri Ramana Maharshi
   3 Lewis Carroll
   3 Kabir
   3 Hafiz
   3 George Van Vrekhem
   2 Thomas Merton
   2 Rudolf Steiner
   2 Rainer Maria Rilke
   2 Plotinus
   2 Omar Khayyam
   2 Joseph Campbell
   2 Jorge Luis Borges

  214 Record of Yoga
   72 Lovecraft - Poems
   66 Wordsworth - Poems
   53 Tagore - Poems
   53 Shelley - Poems
   48 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   47 Agenda Vol 08
   46 Agenda Vol 01
   39 Keats - Poems
   35 Agenda Vol 10
   33 Agenda Vol 06
   32 Agenda Vol 07
   31 Whitman - Poems
   31 The Golden Bough
   31 Agenda Vol 09
   28 Browning - Poems
   27 Agenda Vol 04
   27 Agenda Vol 03
   27 Agenda Vol 02
   25 Agenda Vol 05
   24 Yeats - Poems
   22 Agenda Vol 13
   22 Agenda Vol 12
   21 Emerson - Poems
   19 Agenda Vol 11
   17 Magick Without Tears
   16 Schiller - Poems
   13 Thus Spoke Zarathustra
   13 The Bible
   13 Collected Poems
   12 Questions And Answers 1950-1951
   12 Prayers And Meditations
   12 Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo
   11 Savitri
   10 Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo
   10 Labyrinths
   8 Some Answers From The Mother
   8 Questions And Answers 1954
   8 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 07
   7 Walden
   7 The Ladder of Divine Ascent
   7 Questions And Answers 1953
   7 Metamorphoses
   7 5.1.01 - Ilion
   6 Words Of Long Ago
   6 The Study and Practice of Yoga
   6 Faust
   6 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02
   6 Basho - Poems
   5 The Secret Doctrine
   5 The Mother With Letters On The Mother
   5 Talks
   5 Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness
   5 Ryokan - Poems
   5 Of The Nature Of Things
   5 Li Bai - Poems
   5 Anonymous - Poems
   4 Words Of The Mother III
   4 Vishnu Purana
   4 The Perennial Philosophy
   4 Tara - The Feminine Divine
   4 Questions And Answers 1957-1958
   4 On Thoughts And Aphorisms
   4 Maps of Meaning
   4 Letters On Yoga IV
   4 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05
   4 City of God
   3 The Confessions of Saint Augustine
   3 The Book of Certitude
   3 The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious
   3 The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People
   3 Rumi - Poems
   3 Raja-Yoga
   3 Preparing for the Miraculous
   3 Poe - Poems
   3 Mysterium Coniunctionis
   3 Liber ABA
   3 Letters On Poetry And Art
   3 Goethe - Poems
   3 Amrita Gita
   3 Alice in Wonderland
   2 Words Of The Mother I
   2 Vedic and Philological Studies
   2 The Problems of Philosophy
   2 Theosophy
   2 The Human Cycle
   2 The Hero with a Thousand Faces
   2 The Divine Comedy
   2 Songs of Kabir
   2 Song of Myself
   2 Selected Fictions
   2 Rilke - Poems
   2 Questions And Answers 1955
   2 Questions And Answers 1929-1931
   2 On Education
   2 Letters On Yoga II
   2 Crowley - Poems
   2 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 08
   2 Borges - Poems
   2 Aion
   2 A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah

00.01 - The Mother on Savitri, #Sweet Mother - Harmonies of Light, #unset, #Integral Yoga
  All this is His own experience, and what is most surprising is that it is my own experience also. It is my sadhana which He has worked out. Each object, each event, each realisation, all the descriptions, even the colours are exactly what I saw and the words, phrases are also exactly what I heard. And all this before having read the book. I read Savitri many times afterwards, but earlier, when He was writing He used to read it to me. Every morning I used to hear Him read Savitri. During the night He would write and in the morning read it to me. And I observed something curious, that day after day the experiences He read out to me in the morning were those I had had the previous night, word by word. Yes, all the descriptions, the colours, the pictures I had seen, the words I had heard, all, all, I heard it all, put by Him into poetry, into miraculous poetry. Yes, they were exactly my experiences of the previous night which He read out to me the following morning. And it was not just one day by chance, but for days and days together. And every time I used to compare what He said with my previous experiences and they were always the same. I repeat, it was not that I had told Him my experiences and that He had noted them down afterwards, no, He knew already what I had seen. It is my experiences He has presented at length and they were His experiences also. It is, moreover, the picture of Our joint adventure into the unknown or rather into the Supermind.
  These are experiences lived by Him, realities, supracosmic truths. He experienced all these as one experiences joy or sorrow, physically. He walked in the darkness of inconscience, even in the neighborhood of death, endured the sufferings of perdition, and emerged from the mud, the world-misery to brea the the sovereign plenitude and enter the supreme Ananda. He crossed all these realms, went through the consequences, suffered and endured physically what one cannot imagine. Nobody till today has suffered like Him. He accepted suffering to transform suffering into the joy of union with the Supreme. It is something unique and incomparable in the history of the world. It is something that has never happened before, He is the first to have traced the path in the Unknown, so that we may be able to walk with certitude towards the Supermind. He has made the work easy for us. Savitri is His whole Yoga of transformation, and this Yoga appears now for the first time in the earth-consciousness.

0.00 - INTRODUCTION, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
   About this time, on the Sivaratri night, consecrated to the worship of Siva, a dramatic performance was arranged. The principal actor, who was to play the part of Siva, suddenly fell ill, and Gadadhar was persuaded to act in his place. While friends were dressing him for the role of Siva — smearing his body with ashes, matting his locks, placing a trident in his hand and a string of rudraksha beads around his neck — the boy appeared to become absent-minded. He approached the stage with slow and measured step, supported by his friends. He looked the living image of Siva. The audience loudly applauded what it took to be his skill as an actor, but it was soon discovered that he was really lost in meditation. His countenance was radiant and tears flowed from his eyes. He was lost to the outer world. The effect of this scene on the audience was tremendous. The people felt blessed as by a vision of Siva Himself. The performance had to be stopped, and the boy's mood lasted till the following morning.
   Gadadhar himself now organized a dramatic company with his young friends. The stage was set in the mango orchard. The themes were selected from the stories of the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. Gadadhar knew by heart almost all the roles, having heard them from professional actors. His favourite theme was the Vrindavan episode of Krishna's life, depicting those exquisite love-stories of Krishna and the milkmaids and the cowherd boys. Gadadhar would play the parts of Radha or Krishna and would often lose himself in the character he was portraying. His natural feminine grace heightened the dramatic effect. The mango orchard would ring with the loud kirtan of the boys. Lost in song and merry-making, Gadadhar became indifferent to the routine of school.
   The worship in the temple intensified Sri Ramakrishna's yearning for a living vision of the Mother of the Universe. He began to spend in meditation the time not actually employed in the temple service; and for this purpose he selected an extremely solitary place. A deep jungle, thick with underbrush and prickly plants, lay to the north of the temples. Used at one time as a burial ground, it was shunned by people even during the day-time for fear of ghosts. There Sri Ramakrishna began to spend the whole night in meditation, returning to his room only in the morning with eyes swollen as though from much weeping. While meditating, he would lay aside his cloth and his brahminical thread. Explaining this strange conduct, he once said to Hriday: "Don't you know that when one thinks of God one should be freed from all ties? From our very birth we have the eight fetters of hatred, shame, lineage, pride of good conduct, fear, secretiveness, caste, and grief. The sacred thread reminds me that I am a brahmin and therefore superior to all. When calling on the Mother one has to set aside all such ideas." Hriday thought his uncle was becoming insane.
   As his love for God deepened, he began either to forget or to drop the formalities of worship. Sitting before the image, he would spend hours singing the devotional songs of great devotees of the Mother, such as Kamalakanta and Ramprasad. Those rhapsodical songs, describing the direct vision of God, only intensified Sri Ramakrishna's longing. He felt the pangs of a child separated from its mother. Sometimes, in agony, he would rub his face against the ground and weep so bitterly that people, thinking he had lost his earthly mother, would sympathize with him in his grief. Sometimes, in moments of scepticism, he would cry: "Art Thou true, Mother, or is it all fiction — mere poetry without any reality? If Thou dost exist, why do I not see Thee? Is religion a mere fantasy and art Thou only a figment of man's imagination?" Sometimes he would sit on the prayer carpet for two hours like an inert object. He began to behave in an abnormal manner
   On the appointed day, in the small hours of the morning, a fire was lighted in the Panchavati. Totapuri and Sri Ramakrishna sat before it. The flame played on their faces. "Ramakrishna was a small brown man with a short beard and beautiful eyes, long dark eyes, full of light, obliquely set and slightly veiled, never very wide open, but seeing half-closed a great distance both outwardly and inwardly. His mouth was open over his white teeth in a bewitching smile, at once affectionate and mischievous. Of medium height, he was thin to emaciation and extremely delicate. His temperament was high-strung, for he was supersensitive to all the winds of joy and sorrow, both moral and physical. He was indeed a living reflection of all that happened before the mirror of his eyes, a two-sided mirror, turned both out and in." (Romain Rolland, Prophets of the New India, pp. 38-9.) Facing him, the other rose like a rock. He was very tall and robust, a sturdy and tough oak. His constitution and mind were of iron. He was the strong leader of men.
   In the burning flame before him Sri Ramakrishna performed the rituals of destroying his attachment to relatives, friends, body, mind, sense-organs, ego, and the world. The leaping flame swallowed it all, making the initiate free and pure. The sacred thread and the tuft of hair were consigned to the fire, completing his severance from caste, sex, and society. Last of all he burnt in that fire, with all that is holy as his witness, his desire for enjoyment here and hereafter. He uttered the sacred mantras giving assurance of safety and fearlessness to all beings, who were only manifestations of his own Self. The rites completed, the disciple received from the guru the loin-cloth and ochre robe, the emblems of his new life.
   Totapuri returned to Dakshineswar and spent the remaining hours of the night meditating on the Divine Mother. In the morning he went to the Kali temple with Sri Ramakrishna and prostrated himself before the image of the Mother. He now realized why he had spent eleven months at Dakshineswar. Bidding farewell to the disciple, he continued on his way, enlightened.
   Sri Ramakrishna later described the significance of Totapuri's lessons:
   Sri Ramakrishna accepted the divinity of Buddha and used to point out the similarity of his teachings to those of the Upanishads. He also showed great respect for the Tirthankaras, who founded Jainism, and for the ten Gurus of Sikhism. But he did not speak of them as Divine Incarnations. He was heard to say that the Gurus of Sikhism were the reincarnations of King Janaka of ancient India. He kept in his room at Dakshineswar a small statue of Tirthankara Mahavira and a picture of Christ, before which incense was burnt morning and evening.
   Without being formally initiated into their doctrines, Sri Ramakrishna thus realized the ideals of religions other than Hinduism. He did not need to follow any doctrine. All barriers were removed by his overwhelming love of God. So he became a Master who could speak with authority regarding the ideas and ideals of the various religions of the world. "I have practised", said he, "all religions — Hinduism, Islam, Christianity — and I have also followed the paths of the different Hindu sects. I have found that it is the same God toward whom all are directing their steps, though along different paths. You must try all beliefs and traverse all the different ways once. Wherever I look, I see men quarrelling in the name of religion — Hindus, Mohammedans, Brahmos, Vaishnavas, and the rest. But they never reflect that He who is called Krishna is also called Siva, and bears the name of the Primal Energy, Jesus, and Allah as well — the same Rama with a thousand names. A lake has several ghats. At one the Hindus take water in pitchers and call it 'jal'; at another the Mussalmans take water in leather bags and call it pani'. At a third the Christians call it 'water'. Can we imagine that it is not 'jal', but only 'pani' or 'water'? How ridiculous! The substance is One under different names, and everyone is seeking the same substance; only climate, temperament, and name create differences. Let each man follow his own path. If he sincerely and ardently wishes to know God, peace be unto him! He will surely realize Him."
   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.
   She spent about two months in uninterrupted communion with God, the Baby Gopala never leaving her for a moment. Then the intensity of her vision was lessened; had it not been, her body would have perished. The Master spoke highly of her exalted spiritual condition and said that such vision of God was a rare thing for ordinary mortals. The fun-loving Master one day confronted the critical Narendranath with this simple-minded woman. No two could have presented a more striking contrast. The Master knew of Narendra's lofty contempt for all visions, and he asked the old lady to narrate her experiences to Narendra. With great hesitation she told him her story. Now and then she interrupted her maternal chatter to ask Narendra: "My son, I am a poor ignorant woman. I don't understand anything. You are so learned. Now tell me if these visions of Gopala are true." As Narendra listened to the story he was profoundly moved. He said, "Yes, mother, they are quite true." Behind his cynicism Narendra, too, possessed a heart full of love and tenderness.
   Finally, there was a handful of fortunate disciples, householders as well as youngsters, who were privileged to spend nights with the Master in his room. They would see him get up early in the morning and walk up and down the room, singing in his sweet voice and tenderly communing with the Mother.
   The Holy Mother — so Sarada Devi had come to be affectionately known by Sri Ramakrishna's devotees — was brought from Dakshineswar to look after the general cooking and to prepare the special diet of the patient. The dwelling space being extremely limited, she had to adapt herself to cramped conditions. At three o'clock in the morning she would finish her bath in the Ganges and then enter a small covered place on the roof, where she spent the whole day cooking and praying. After eleven at night, when the visitors went away, she would come down to her small bedroom on the first floor to enjoy a few hours' sleep. Thus she spent three months, working hard, sleeping little, and praying constantly for the Master's recovery.
   At Syampukur the devotees led an intense life. Their attendance on the Master was in itself a form of spiritual discipline. His mind was constantly soaring to an exalted plane of consciousness. Now and then they would catch the contagion of his spiritual fervour. They sought to divine the meaning of this illness of the Master, whom most of them had accepted as an Incarnation of God. One group, headed by Girish with his robust optimism and great power of imagination, believed that the illness was a mere pretext to serve a deeper purpose. The Master had willed his illness in order to bring the devotees together and promote solidarity among them. As soon as this purpose was served, he would himself get rid of the disease. A second group thought that the Divine Mother, in whose hand the Master was an instrument, had brought about this illness to serve Her own mysterious ends. But the young rationalists, led by Narendra, refused to ascribe a
   Sri Ramakrishna was sinking day by day. His diet was reduced to a minimum and he found it almost impossible to swallow. He whispered to M.: "I am bearing all this cheerfully, for otherwise you would be weeping. If you all say that it is better that the body should go rather than suffer this torture, I am willing." The next morning he said to his depressed disciples seated near the bed: "Do you know what I see? I see that God alone has become everything. Men and animals are only frameworks covered with skin, and it is He who is moving through their heads and limbs. I see that it is God Himself who has become the block, the executioner, and the victim for the sacrifice.' He fainted with emotion. Regaining partial consciousness, he said: "Now I have no pain. I am very well." Looking at Latu he said: "There sits Latu resting his head on the palm of his hand. To me it is the Lord who is seated in that posture."
   The words were tender and touching. Like a mother he caressed Narendra and Rakhal, gently stroking their faces. He said in a half whisper to M., "Had this body been allowed to last a little longer, many more souls would have been illumined." He paused a moment and then said: "But Mother has ordained otherwise. She will take me away lest, finding me guileless and foolish, people should take advantage of me and persuade me to bestow on them the rare gifts of spirituality." A few minutes later he touched his chest and said: "Here are two beings. One is She and the other is Her devotee. It is the latter who broke his arm, and it is he again who is now ill. Do you understand me?" After a pause he added: "Alas! To whom shall I tell all this? Who will understand me?" "Pain", he consoled them again, 'is unavoidable as long as there is a body. The Lord takes on the body for the sake of His devotees."

0.00 - The Book of Lies Text, #The Book of Lies, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
     and found her a virgin in the morning.

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.)
  In 1905 he retired from the active life of a Professor and devoted his remaining twenty-seven years exclusively to the preaching of the life and message of the Great Master. He bought the Morton Institution from its original proprietors and shifted it to a commodious four-storeyed house at 50 Amherst Street, where it flourished under his management as one of the most efficient educational institutions in Calcutta. He generally occupied a staircase room at the top of it, cooking his own meal which consisted only of milk and rice without variation, and attended to all his personal needs himself. His dress also was the simplest possible. It was his conviction that limitation of personal wants to the minimum is an important aid to holy living. About one hour in the morning he would spend in inspecting the classes of the school, and then retire to his staircase room to pour over his diary and live in the divine atmosphere of the earthly days of the Great Master, unless devotees and admirers had already gathered in his room seeking his holy company.
  In appearance, M. looked a Vedic Rishi. Tall and stately in bearing, he had a strong and well-built body, an unusually broad chest, high forehead and arms extending to the knees. His complexion was fair and his prominent eyes were always tinged with the expression of the divine love that filled his heart. Adorned with a silvery beard that flowed luxuriantly down his chest, and a shining face radiating the serenity and gravity of holiness, M. was as imposing and majestic as he was handsome and engaging in appearance. Humorous, sweet-tongued and eloquent when situations required, this great Maharishi of our age lived only to sing the glory of Sri Ramakrishna day and night.

0.02 - Letters to a Sadhak, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  poor creatures has grown terribly thin. I saw it this morning.
  Please see whether some better arrangement can be made.
  the sense of your full responsibility, come tomorrow morning,
  with a final and definite answer - I shall trust your word.
  tomorrow morning.
  14 December 1931
  indulging himself so much in the morning! He deserves
  to be kicked out. And so on.
  this morning, as if to counteract the graveness I was
  An experiment: This morning while supervising work,
  I prayed with concentration that each workman might
  A reservation: Mother said this morning that it would
  take one and a half months to finish the bathroom. I
  Repairs are urgently needed. Tomorrow morning I shall
  show you the state of affairs.
  X told me this morning, "Do you see the plaster
  work done by Y? How nice it is! The work we have done
  This morning at pranam a prayer leapt up from my
  heart towards You: "May this day bring me an opportunity to remain calm even in the face of provocation." It
  call you one morning alone with X into my little room, and we
  shall discuss the matter quietly. When will you learn not to lose
  This morning You said that when one has a feeling of
  danger, it is because there is a hidden reason somewhere.
  X sent me a mason with a dismissal note this morning. Later, I learnt from X that the mason had laughed
  when X told him he was not satisfied with the work he
  given up the work and that he will return to work this morning.
  So you should behave as if nothing had happened and welcome

0.03 - III - The Evening Sittings, #Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   After Sri Aurobindo had come to Pondicherry from Chandernagore, he entered upon an intense period of Sadhana and for a few months he refused to receive anyone. After a time he used to sit down to talk in the evening and on some days tried automatic writing. Yogic Sadhan, a small book, was the result. In 1913 Sri Aurobindo moved to Rue Franois Martin No. 41 where he used to receive visitors at fixed times. This was generally in the morning between 9 and 10.30.
   But, over and above newcomers, some local people and the few inmates of the house used to have informal talks with Sri Aurobindo in the evening. In the beginning the inmates used to go out for playing football, and during their absence known local individuals would come in and wait for Sri Aurobindo. Afterwards regular meditations began at about 4 p.m. in which practically all the inmates participated. After the meditation all of the members and those who were permitted shared in the evening sitting. This was a very informal gathering depending entirely upon Sri Aurobindo's leisure.

0.03 - Letters to My little smile, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  When I saw You this morning at Pranam, it seemed
  to me that You were very serious.
  serious, as You were this morning, I would rather put an
  end to the matter.
  This morning after nine o 'clock X came to my room.
  He advised me to reject hostile suggestions and so on.
  you got up - (like this, for example: this morning I woke up
  at such and such a time after having slept for so many hours; I
  This morning I woke up at 5:45. I washed and
  dressed, then went to collect my notebook from X's
  This morning You gave me a flower which signifies "Consciousness turned towards the supramental
  Light".4 What does this mean? I don't understand.
  This is worth far more than a "bravo"! This morning I was
  literally filled with admiration. It is magnificent - the birds are
  This morning I cut a chemise for You - it is the first
  time I ever cut a chemise. X is going to stitch it and when
  Since this morning I have some pain in the pupil of
  my left eye.
  Mother, this morning I wanted to tell all this to X,
  but my lips refused; they didn't want to smile.
  why you looked so grave at Pranam this morning. You should
  not torment yourself over such little things.
  My dear little child, why were you weeping so much this morning at Pranam? I was so sorry I could not comfort you. Won't you
  tell me about your sorrow so that I may remove it if possible?
  This morning X showed me the pink blouse she has
  embroidered with silver thread. This blouse is very, very
  wrote to me) after I sent it to You this morning with my
  to Sri Aurobindo along with your letter of this morning. I am
  returning it to you in this notebook.
  are pale. You will see it tomorrow morning.
  My dear child, I didn't reply at once because I wanted to see the

0.05 - Letters to a Child, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  they should be. The small one you sent this morning is very fine
  and the choice of colours is excellent.
  This morning I felt sad too. I don't know exactly why it
  comes. For two days I felt a great joy, but now the joy

0.06 - Letters to a Young Sadhak, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  This morning I was thinking I would get another blow
  from You.

0.07 - Letters to a Sadhak, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  You were asking me this morning what was the matter
  with me. It is the same old thing, but nonetheless distressing. It is civil war, a conflict between two different

0.08 - Letters to a Young Captain, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  What do you give us in the morning at the balcony,1
  and what should we try to do in order to receive what
  Every morning at the balcony, after establishing a conscious
  contact with each of those who are present, I identify myself
  During this period the Mother stood for a while every morning on a balcony facing
  the street and gazed at the sadhaks assembled below.

01.03 - Mystic Poetry, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   than in this pious morning hymn,
   Heaven is, dear Lord! where'er Thou art,
   Ken: "A morning Hymn".
   K. D. Sethna: "Deluge" in The Secret Splendour.

01.03 - The Yoga of the King - The Yoga of the Souls Release, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A darkness carrying morning in its breast
  Looked for the eternal wide returning gleam,

01.07 - Blaise Pascal (1623-1662), #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   But the pressure upon his dynamic and heated brain the fiery zeal in his mindwas already proving too much and he was advised medically to take complete rest. Thereupon followed what was known as Pascal's mundane lifea period of distraction and dissipation; but this did not last long nor was it of a serious nature. The inner fire could brook no delay, it was eager and impatient to englobe other fields and domains. Indeed, it turned to its own field the heart. Pascal became initiated into the mystery of Faith and Grace. Still he had to pass through a terrible period of dejection and despair: the life of the world had given him no rest or relaxation, it served only to fill his cup of misery to the brim. But the hour of final relief was not long postponed: the Grace came to him, even as it came to Moses or St. Paul as a sudden flare of fire which burnt up the Dark Night and opened out the portals of morning Glory.
   Pascal's place in the evolution of European culture and consciousness is of considerable significance and importance. He came at a critical time, on the mounting tide of rationalism and scepticism, in an age when the tone and temper of human mentality were influenced and fashioned by Montaigne and Rochefoucauld, by Bacon and Hobbes. Pascal himself, born in such an atmosphere of doubt and disbelief and disillusionment, had sucked in a full dose of that poison; yet he survived and found the Rock of Ages, became the clarion of Faith against Denial. What a spectacle it was! This is what one wrote just a quarter of a century after the death of Pascal:

0.10 - Letters to a Young Captain, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  gave us this morning was really just right. I feel very
  I heard this morning that X was very severely beaten
  by Y. I don't think it is fair at all.
  This morning I saw a man with protruding ribs,
  deeply depressed hips and twisted legs. It was a pitiful

01.14 - Nicholas Roerich, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Is it not strange that one should look to the East for the light? There is a light indeed that dwells in the setting suns, but that is the inferior light, the light that moves level with the earth, pins us down to the normal and ordinary life and consciousness: it" leads into the Night, into Nihil, pralaya. It is the light of the morning sun that man looks up to in his forward march, the sun that rises in the East whom the Vedic Rishi invoked in these magnificent lines:
   Lo, the supreme light of all lights is come, a vast and varied consciousness is born in us. . . .

0.11 - Letters to a Sadhak, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  One morning as I was reading Your book Prayers and
  Meditations, I wished to know which movement comes
  When I thought of writing to You this morning about
  the night of bonds and attachments that have enveloped

0 1955-03-26, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   Mother, once more I come to ask you for Mahakalis1 intervention. After a period when everything seemed much better, I again awake to impossible mornings when I live badly, very badly, far from you, incapable of calling you and, whats more, of feeling your Presence or your help.
   I dont know what mud is stirring about in me, but everything is obscured, and I cannot dissociate myself from these vital waves.

0 1956-10-08, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   I have gone far beyond what I wrote this morning.
   What if the human is too heavy, too narrow, too obscure to follow you?

0 1958-05-01, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   These days I am having every possible experience in the body, one after the other. Yesterday and this morning oh, this morning!
   I saw there (center of the heart) the Master of the Yoga; he was no different from me, but nevertheless I saw him, and he even seemed slightly imbued with color. Well, he does everything, he decides everything, he organizes everything with an almost mathematical precision and in the smallest detailseverything.

0 1958-05-10, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   This morning, I suddenly looked at my body (usually, I dont look at it I am inside it, working), I looked at my body and said to myself, Lets see, what would a witness say about this body?the witness Sri Aurobindo speaks of in The Synthesis of Yoga. Nothing very remarkable. So I formulated it like this (Mother reads a written note):
   This body has neither the uncontested authority of a god nor the imperturbable calm of the sage.

0 1958-06-06 - Supramental Ship, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   This morning while I was on the balcony, I had an interesting experience: the experience of mans effort, in all its forms and through all the ages, to approach the Divine. And I seemed to be growing wider and wider so that all the forms and all the ways of approaching the Divine attempted by man would be contained in the present Work.
   It was represented by a kind of image in which I was as vast as the Universe, and each way of approaching the Divine was like a tiny image containing the characteristic form of this approach. And my impression was this: Why do people always limit, limit themselves? Narrow, narrow, narrow! They understand only when it is narrow.

0 1958-07-06, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   This morning I asked myself the question, is money truly under Natures control? I shall have to see Because for me personally, she always gives everything in abundance.
   When I was young, I was as poor as a turkey, as poor as could be! As an artist, I sometimes had to go out in society (as artists are forced to do). I had lacquered boots that were cracked and I painted them so it wouldnt show! This is to tell you the state I was inpoor as a turkey. So one day, in a shop window, I saw a very pretty petticoat much in fashion then, with lace, ribbons, etc. (It was the fashion in those days to have long skirts which trailed on the floor, and I didnt have a petticoat which could go with such things I didnt care, it didnt matter to me in the least, but since Nature had told me I would always have everything I needed, I wanted to make an experiment.) So I said, Well, I would very much like to have a petticoat to go with those skirts. I got five of them! They came from every direction!

0 1958-08-08, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   In the cells, both things are there. The body is convinced of the divine Presence everywhere, that all is the Divineit lives in that; and at the same time, it shrinks from certain contacts! I saw that this morning, both things at once, and I said, Lord, I know nothing at all!
   There (gesture above the head), everything has been resolved, I could write books on how to resolve this or that, how the synthesis is made, etc., but here (the body) I live this synthesis stumblingly. The two coexist, but it is still not THAT (gesture, hands clasped together, pointing upwards).

0 1958-08-30, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   It was just at four oclock in the morning, and it woke me up. It was exactly like this I was apparently in my bathroom, and I had to open the door between the bathroom and Sri Aurobindos room; the moment I put my hand on the doorknob, I knew with an absolute certainty that destruction was awaiting me behind the door. It had the form or image of those great invaders of India, those who had swooped down upon India and destroyed everything in their wake But it was only an impression.
   So the door had to be opened and I felt and said, Lord, may your will be done. I opened the door and behind it was Z1 in the same clothes he wears when he drives, and he was leaning against one of those big tractor tiresor perhaps he was holding it at the same time. I was so dumbfounded that I woke up. It took me a little while to be able to understand what it might mean, and afterwards Even now, I still dont know What was I? Was I India, or was I the world? I dont know. And what did Z represent? It was as imperative and clear, as positive and absolute as could be: the certitude that destruction was behind the door, that it was inevitable. And it had the form of those great Tartar or Mongol invaders, those people who came from the North and invaded India, who pillaged everything Thats what it was like. But what Z was doing there I dont know. What does he represent? The first impulse was to tell Abhay Singh, Forbid him to drive the tractor.

0 1958-10-04, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   The other day, for example, though I no longer recall exactly when (I forget everything on purpose)but it was in the last part of the night I had a rather long activity concerning the whole realization of the Ashram, notably in the fields of education and art. I was apparently inspecting this area to see how things were there, so naturally I saw a certain number of people, their work and their inner states. Some saw me and, at that moment, had a vision of me. It is likely that many were asleep and didnt notice anything, but some actually saw me. The next morning, for example, someone who works at the theater told me that she had had a splendid vision of me in which I had spoken to her, blessed her, etc. This was her way of receiving the work I had done. And this kind of thing is happening more and more, in that my action is awakening the consciousness in others more and more strongly.
   Naturally, the reception is always incomplete or partially modified; when it passes through the individuality, it becomes narrowed, a personal thing. It seems impossible for each one to have a consciousness vast enough to see the thing in its entirety.

0 1958-11-08, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   I found my message for the 1st of January It was quite unforeseen. Yesterday morning, I thought, All the same, I have to find my message, but what? I was absolutely like that, neutral, nothing. Then yesterday evening at the class (of Friday, November 7) I noticed that these children who had had a whole week to prepare their questions on the text had not found a single one! A terrible lethargy! A total lack of interest. And when I had finished speaking, I thought to myself, But what IS there in these people who are interested in nothing but their personal little affairs? So I began descending into their mental atmosphere, in search of the little light, of that which responds And it literally pulled me downwards as into a hole, but in such a material way; my hand, which was on the arm of the chair, began slipping down, my other hand went like this (to the ground), my head, too! I thought it was going to touch my knees!
   And I had the impression It was not an impression I saw it. I was descending into a crevasse between two steep rocks, rocks that appeared to be made of something harder than basalt, BLACK, but metallic at the same time, with such sharp edgesit seemed that a mere touch would lacerate you. It appeared endless and bottomless, and it kept getting narrower, narrower and narrower, narrower and narrower, like a funnel, so narrow that there was almost no more roomnot even for the consciousness to pass through. And the bottom was invisible, a black hole. And it went down, down, down, like that, without air, without light, except for a sort of glimmer that enabled me to make out the rock edges. They seemed to be cut so steeply, so sharply Finally, when my head began touching my knees, I asked myself, But what is there at the bottom of this this hole?
   At the time, I wondered what it meant. Later, of course, I found out, and finally this morning, I said to myself, Ah, so thats it! It came to give me my message for the new year! Then I transcribed the experienceit cant be described, of course, for it was indescribable; it was a psychological phenomenon and the form it took was only a way of describing the psychological state to oneself. Here is what I wrote down, obviously in a mental way, and I am thinking of using it as my message.
   There was a hesitation in the expression, so I brought the paper and I want us to decide upon the final text together.

0 1958-11-20, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   But now I KNOWbefore I did not know. The other morning I saw, and I was told very clearly that it was a karma1 to be worked out; so then I told you, but at the time I didnt know what it was.
   And I saw that with the new Power, the supramental power That is something absolutely new It used to be thought that nothing had the power to eliminate the consequences of karma and that only by exhausting it through a series of actions could its consequences be transformed exhausted, eliminated. But I KNOW that with the supramental power it can be done without following all the steps of the process.

0 1958-11-30, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   Sunday morning

0 1958-12-15 - tantric mantra - 125,000, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   At the new moon, when I felt very down, he gave me the first tantric mantraa mantra to Durga. For a period of 41 days, I must repeat it 125,000 times and go every morning to the Temple, stand before Parvati and recite this mantra within me for at least one hour. Then I must go to the sanctuary of Shiva and recite another mantra for half an hour. Practically speaking, I have to repeat constantly within me the mantra to Durga in a silent concentration, whatever I may be doing on the outside. In these conditions, it is difficult to think of you and this has created a slight conflict in me, but I believe that your Grace is acting through Swami and through Durga, whom I am invoking all the time I remember what you told me about the necessity for intermediaries and I am obeying Swami unreservedly.
   Mother, things are far from being what they were the first time in Rameswaram, and I am living through certain moments that are hell the enemy seems to have been unleashed with an extraordinary violence. It comes in waves, and after it recedes, I am literally SHATTEREDphysically, mentally and vitally drained. This morning, while going to the temple, I lived through one of these moments. All this suffering that suddenly sweeps down upon me is horrible. Yes, I had the feeling of being BACKED UP AGAINST A WALL, exactly as in your vision I was up against a wall. I was walking among these immense arcades of sculptured granite and I could see myself walking, very small, all alone, alone, ravaged with pain, filled with a nameless despair, for nowhere was there a way out. The sea was nearby and I could have thrown myself into it; otherwise, there was only the sanctuary of Parvati but there was no more Africa to flee to, everything closed in all around me, and I kept repeating, Why? Why? This much suffering was truly inhuman, as if my last twenty years of nightmare were crashing down upon me. I gritted my teeth and went to the sanctuary to say my mantra. The pain in me was so strong that I broke into a cold sweat and almost fainted. Then it subsided. Yet even now I feel completely battered.
   I clearly see that the hour has come: either I will perish right here, or else I will emerge from this COMPLETELY changed. But something has to change. Mother, you are with me, I know, and you are protecting me, you love me I have only you, only you, you are my Mother. If these moments of utter darkness return and they are bound to return for everything to be exorcised and conqueredprotect me in spite of myself. Mother, may your Grace not abandon me. I want to be done with all these old phantoms, I want to be born anew in your Light; it has to beotherwise I can no longer go on.
   My very dear child, I am adding on to what I wrote you this morning to ask you to follow very scrupulously the indications given by Swamihe knows these things and has offered himself very sincerely as an instrument of action for my Grace.
   When you invoke Durga, it is I you invoke through her, when you invoke Shiva, it is I you invoke through himand in the final analysis, to the Supreme Lord go all prayers.

0 1959-01-06, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   And it happened just as I was despairing of ever getting out of it. I seemed to be touching a kind of fundamental bedrock, so painful, so suffering, and full of revolt because of too much suffering. And I saw that all my efforts, all the meditations, aspirations, mantras, were only covering up this suffering bedrock without touching it. I saw this fundamental thing in me very clearly, a poignant knot, ever ready for an absolute negation. I saw it and I said to you, Mother, only your grace can remove this. I said this to you in the temple that morning, in total despair. And then, the knot was undone. Xs action contri buted a lot, with your grace acting through him. But truly, I have traversed a veritable hell this last while.
   X continues his work on me daily; it is to last 41 days in all. He told me that he wants to undo the things of several births. When it is over, he will explain it all to me. I do not know how to tell you how luminous and good this man is, he is a very great soul. He is also giving me Sanskrit lessons, and little by little, each evening, speaks to me of the Tantra.

0 1959-01-14, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   This morning, X told me that he would be most happy to continue his action upon you if it would help your work; he has continued it anyway, even after knowing that the malefic influence was expelled from the Ashram. By the way, X told me that this evil spirit is continuing to circle around the Ashram, but beyond its borders. Therefore, if you agree, it would be necessary for him to come to Pondicherry one of these days to come to grips directly with the evil one and finish him off in such a way that he can no longer come to disturb the sadhaks, or your work, upon the slightest pretext. Then X could force this spirit to appear before him, and thereby free the atmosphere from its influence. Anyway, this trip to Pondicherry would not take place in the near future, and it would be easy to give him an official excuse: seminars on the Tantra Shastra that will interest all the Sanskritists at the Ashram. Moreover, Xs work would be done quietly in his room when he does his daily puja. From here, from Rameswaram, it is rather difficult to attract Pondicherrys atmosphere and do the work with precision. Of course, nothing will be done without your express consent. Swami is writing you on his own to tell you of the revelation that X received from his [deceased] guru concerning your experience and the schemings of certain Ashram members.
   In this regard, perhaps you know that X is the tenth in the line of Bhaskaraya (my spelling of this name is perhaps not correct), the great Tantric of whom you had a vision, who could comm and the coming of Kali along with all her warriors. It is from X that Swami received his initiation.
   This morning, I received your letter I am very happy about all that X is telling you and that he has found you fit to receive the tantric initiation. It was my feeling, I could say my conviction, to which he gives an enlightened confirmation. So all is well.
   As for my health and the Ashram, I infinitely appreciate what he has done and what he would like to continue to do. His visit will make me very happy, and if he comes in about one month, a few days before the darshan, there will be no need to find any excuse for his visit, for it will appear quite natural.

0 1959-01-21, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   For the time being, I am going downstairs only in the mornings at 6 for the balcony darshan and I immediately come back up without seeing anyone then in the afternoons, I go down once more at about 3 to take my bath and at 4:30 I come back up again. I do not yet know what will happen next month. I shall have to find some way to meet you so that we can work together I am going to think it over.
   I do not ask you to write me your news,4 because I know that these are things it is better not to write about. But you know that it keenly interests me.

0 1959-01-27, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   By a special grace, X gave me both stages of the tantric initiation at the same time, although they are normally separated by several years; then if all goes well, he will give me the full initiation in 6 months. I have thus received a mantra, along with the power of realizing it. X told me that a realization should come at the beginning of the fifth month if I repeat the mantra strictly according to his instructions, but he again told me that the hostile forces would do all they could to prevent me from saying my mantra: mental suggestions and even illness. X has understood that I have work at the Ashram, and he has exempted me from the outer forms (pujas and other rituals), but nevertheless I must repeat my mantra very accurately every day (3,333 times, that is, a little more than 3 hours uninterrupted in the mornings, and more than 2 hours in the evening). I must therefore organize myself in such a way as to get up very early in the morning in Pondicherry, for in no case will your work suffer.
   Apart from this, he has not yet entirely finished the work of purging that he has been doing on me for over a month, but I believe that everything will be completed in a short time from now.
   Since my last letter, I have thought about it and I see that I will be able to go down in the morning three times a week for one hour, from 10 to 11, to work with you, but you will have to do only the strict minimum in order to have as much free time as you need for the other things.1
   As I told you, I have resumed neither classes nor translations, and I still do not know when I will do so. So there is only the old work to finish up, but it will not take very long.

0 1959-04-07, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   I come to renew before you the resolution that I took this morning at the Samadhi.1
   Henceforth I refuse to be an accomplice to this force. It is my enemy. Whatever form it may take, or whatever supports it may find in my nature, I will refuse to yield to it and will cling to you. You are the only reality: that is my mantra. Anything that seeks to make me doubt you is my enemy. You are the only Reality.
   Wednesday morning, 4.8.59
   Satprem, my dear child,

0 1959-04-23, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   I hope you wrote to X that it is agreed, that we expect him with his family early in the morning of the 30th, and that I am looking forward to our daily morning meditation during his stay.
   Do tell him that all is well, that we are awaiting his arrival and that I am looking forward to these meditations.

0 1959-05-25, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   I can only repeat the prayer that I made to the Supreme Lord this morning:
   May Your Will be done in all things and at every moment. And may Your Love manifest.
   You are imposing a new ordeal on me by asking me to go to Rameswaram. For you, I have accepted. But I shall go there sheathed in my sturdiest armor and I will not yield, because I know that it is always to be begun again. I do not want to become a great Tantric or whatever else it may be. I want only to love. And since I cannot love, I am leaving. I will arrive in Rameswaram at 2 in the morning, and will leave again by the 11 oclock train.
   I want to go to New Caledonia. There, or elsewhere there are forests there. Africa is closing up. You must help me one last time by giving me the means to leave and try something else with a minimum of chancealthough, at the point Im at, I laugh in the face of chance. I need 2,000 rupees, if that is possible for you. If you do not want to, or if you cannot, I will leave anyway, no matter where, no matter how.
   This morning, the problem and its solution appeared to me very clearly; but since, for quite obvious reasons, I am both the judge and the accused in this matter, I cannot make a decision; not that my judgment would necessarily be egoistic, but it would have no authority.
   Only someone who loves you and has the knowledge can find the true solution to the problem. X1 fulfills these conditions excellently. Go to him and simply be what you are, without blackening nor embellishing, with the sincerity and simplicity of a child. He knows your soul and its aspiration; speak to him of your physical life and of your need for space, solitude, untamed nature, the simple and free life. He will understand and, in his wisdom, will see the best thing to do.

0 1959-05-28, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   After the wave of rebelliousness this morning, I was seized by a great sadness, a great bitterness, as though I were being confronted with a profound injustice.
   There is a spiritual destiny in me, but there are three other destinies so intimately bound up with it that I cannot cut off any one without mutilating something of my living soulwhich is why, periodically, these suppressed destinies awaken and call to meand the dark forces seize upon these occasions to sow chaos within and drive me to ruin everything since I cannot really fulfill myself. And the problem is insoluble.
   I will see you tomorrow morning at ten oclock and I hope that a few small misunderstandings may be clarified.
   I am sending you forthwith the note that I had prepared for tomorrow morning.
   I did not utter the words that you heard I wanted to speak to you of my experience during the night, but I was paralyzed because I clearly felt that you no longer understood me. As soon as I received your letter, I concentrated on you in an effort to help you, and when night fell, just at the hour I enter into contact with X, I called for his helpwhereupon he sent me this little Kali whom he had already sent once before. So I went to your house, I took you in my arms and pressed you tightly to my heart to keep you as sheltered as possible from blows, and I let Kali do her warrior dance against this titan who is always trying to possess you, creating this rebelliousness in you. She must have at least partially succeeded in her work, because very early in the morning the titan went away somewhat discomfited, but while leaving, he flung this at me as he went by: You will regret it, for you would have had less trouble if he had left. I flung his suggestion back in his face with a laugh and told him, Take that, along with all the rest of your ugly person! I have no need of it! And the atmosphere cleared up.
   I wanted to tell you all this, but I couldnt because you were still far away from me and it would have seemed like boasting. Also the misunderstanding created by the distance made you hear other words than those I uttered.

0 1959-06-03, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   Also, I explained to him that a mantra had come to you which you were repeating between 5 and 6 in particular, and I told him about this culminating point where you wanted to express your gratitude, enthusiasm, etc., and about the French mantra. After explaining, I gave him your French and Sanskrit texts. He felt and understood very well what you wanted. His first reaction after reading it was to say, Great meaning, great power is there. It is all right. I told him that apart from the meaning of the mantra, you wanted to know if it was all right from the vibrational standpoint. He told me that he would take your text to his next puja and would repeat it himself to see. He should have done that this morning, but he has a fever (since his return from Madurai, he has not been well because of a cold and sunstroke). I will write you as soon as I know the result of his test.
   Regarding me, this is more or less what he said: First of all, I want an agreement from you so that under any circumstances you never leave the Ashram. Whatever happens, even if Yama1 comes to dance at your door, you should never leave the Ashram. At the critical moment, when the attack is the strongest, you should throw everything into His hands, then and then only the thing can be removed (I no longer know whether he said removed or destroyed ). It is the only way. SARVAM MAMA BRAHMAN [Thou art my sole refuge]. Here in Rameswaram, we are going to meditate together for 45 days, and the Asuric-Shakti may come with full strength to attack, and I shall try my best not only to protect but to destroy, but for that, I need your determination. It is only by your own determination that I can get strength. If the force comes to make suggestions: lack of adventure, lack of Nature, lack of love, then think that I am the forest, think that I am the sea, think that I am the wife (!!) Meanwhile, X has nearly doubled the number of repetitions of the mantra that I have to say every day (it is the same mantra he gave me in Pondicherry). X repeated to me again and again that I am not merely a disciple to him, like the others, but as if his son.

0 1959-06-08, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   Even before receiving your second letter in which you say that the mantra is all right, X told me this morning that he had repeated your mantra during his puja and that it was very good, that there is nothing to be changed: The vibration is good.
   Here are a few additional indications regarding the forthcoming events.

0 1959-06-13b, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   I repeat to you simply what I said to Sujata this morning:
   You are both my dear children,

0 1959-07-14, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   This is what I should have told you this morning, but I was afraid. For the last month I have been afraid of you, afraid that you might not understand. But I cannot leave with this weight on me. I beg of you to understand, Sweet Mother. I want nothing bad, nothing impure. I feel I have something to create with Sujata, I feel she is absolutely a part of something I have to achieve, that we have something to achieve together. For the five years we have known each other I have never had a single wrong thought but suddenly she opened my heart, which had been so completely walled-off, and this was like a wonder in me and at the same time a fear. A fear, perhaps because this love has been thwarted for so many lives.
   Mother, I need Sujata like my very soul. It seems to me that she is a part of me, that she alone can help me break with this horrible past, that she alone can help me to love truly at last. I need peace so much, a quiet, PEACEFUL happinessa base of happiness upon which I could use my strength to build, instead of always fighting, always destroying. Mother, I am not at all sure of what must be, but I know that Sujata is part of this realization.

0 1959-10-15, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   7) X wants to send me back to Pondicherry this Sunday (Sunday the 18th, arriving Monday the 19th morning). He says it is useless for me now to remain here any longer since his house is not ready and he can do nothing. But, he said, I will have you come to my house for 3 months and I shall give you a training by which you can know Past, Present and Future, and have the same qualifications as me!
   8) He gave me certain methods to follow, about which I shall speak to you in person.

0 1960-03-03, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   Only a few days ago, on the morning of the 29th, I had one of those experiences that mark ones life. It happened upstairs in my room. I was doing my japa, walking up and down with my eyes wide open, when suddenly Krishna camea gold Krishna, all golden, in a golden light that filled the whole room. I was walking, but I could not even see the windows or the rug any longer, for this golden light was everywhere with Krishna at its center. And it must have lasted at least fifteen minutes. He was dressed in those same clothes in which he is normally portrayed when he dances. He was all light, all dancing: You see, I will be there this evening during the Darshan.1 And suddenly, the chair I use for darshan came into the room! Krishna climbed up onto it, and his eyes twinkled mischievously, as if to say, I will be there, you see, and therell be no room for you.
   When I came down that evening for distribution,2 at first I was annoyed. I had said that I didnt want anybody in the hall, precisely because I wanted to establish an atmosphere of concentration, the immobility of the Spirit but there were at least thirty people in there, those who had decorated the hall, thirty of them stirring, stirring about, a mass of little vibrations. And before I could even say scat I had hardly taken my seatsomeone put the tray of medals on my lap and they started filing past.

0 1960-05-16, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   I was sick two days ago with a cold and fever. I know whya point to be transformed. The body may have put too much zeal into it, so it teetered a little. But thanks to that, I had an interesting experience. X 1 had put his force on me to speed up the healing. And of course, according to each ones nature, the force gets colored, so to speakit clothes itself in a different color. In me, this was translated by a new physical experience which lasted from 4 in the morning till 6:30, when I had to start speaking with people and deal with outer things. It was a kind of eternity, a kind of absolute PHYSICAL immobility which contained no possibility of illness within itas a matter of fact, nothing remained in this immobility, it was a sort of nirvana. But it did not keep me from going through all my usual motions of getting dressed.
   I spent the whole day yesterday trying to understand this experience.

0 1960-05-24 - supramental flood, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   After all that, towards the end of the night, at two in the morning, only a kind of faint suggestion was left: How can this statewhich I knew in trance, in samadhi, and which necessitates lying downbecome constant in a physical body which moves about? There is something to discover there. And what form will it take? For in my consciousness, you see, it is constantly like that, this universal flood, but the problem is IN THE BODY: its the problem of the Force in its most material form.
   And during the time my experience lasted, I had no feeling of anything exceptional, but rather simply the fact that after all its preparation, the body consciousness was ready for a total identification with Thatin my consciousness its always the same, a perpetual, constant and eternal state in that it never leaves me. Its like that, and it never varies. What diminishes the immensity of the Vibration are the limitations of the material consciousness which can color it and even sometimes change it by giving it a personal appearance. Thus, when I see someone and speak to him, for example, when my eyes concentrate on the person, I have almost the sensation of this flood flowing from me towards the person or of it passing through me to go onto the person. There is an awareness of the eyes, the body. And it is this which limits or even changes a little the immensity of the thing But already this feeling has almost disappeared; this immensity seems to be acting almost constantly. There are moments when I am less interiorized, when I am more on the surface, and it feels like its passing through a bodymoments when the body consciousness comes back a little. And this is what diminishes the thing.

0 1960-05-28 - death of K - the death process- the subtle physical, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   And the concentration grew stronger and stronger. The day before yesterday it became very, very powerful, and yesterday morning, around half past noon, it pulled me inward; he came to me in a kind of sleep, a conscious sleep, and I even said almost aloud, Oh, K!
   It lasted fifteen minutes; I was completely within, inside, as if to receive him.
   So this morning theyre burning him.
   When theyre in too much of a hurry to burn them, sometimes they burn them alive! They should wait.

0 1960-06-03, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   Im a bit discouraged. Every night I slip into a black abyss from which I wake up in the morning drained. Not one second of conscious sleep. It takes me an hour to recuperate from my sleep. In fact, I am constantly on edge and the least thing exhausts my body.
   But thats nothing. I would bear all the exhaustion quite willingly if there were at least a touch of something conscious. But nothing, as if I were as thick as a Paris concierge!

0 1960-06-04, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   If you wake up tired in the morning, it is due to tamas, nothing elsea dreadful mass of tamas. I became aware of this when I started doing the yoga of the body. And its inevitable as long as the body is not transformed.
   Myself, I go to bed very early, at eight oclock. Its still quite noisy everywhere, but I dont mind; at least Im sure of no longer being disturbed. First you must stretch out flat and relax all your muscles, all your nervesyou can learn this easilybecome like a dishrag on the bed, as I call it; there should be nothing left. And if you can also do that with the mind, you get rid of a lot of idiotic dreams that make you more tired when you wake up than when you went to bed; they are the result of the cellular activity of the brain going on uncontrollably, which is very tiring. Therefore, relax fully, bring everything to a complete, tensionless calm in which everything has stopped. But this is only the beginning.
   As for me, my night is now organized. I go to bed at 8 oclock and get up at 4, which makes for a very long night, and its sliced into three parts. And I get up punctually at 4 in the morning. But Im always awake ten or fifteen minutes beforehand, and I review all that has happened during the night, the dreams, the various activities, etc., so that when I get up, I am fully active.
   To make use of your nights is an excellent thing, for it has a double effect: a negative effect, in that it keeps you from falling backwards, from losing what youve gained (that is really painful); and a positive effect, in that you progress, you continue progressing. You make use of your nights, so theres no more residue of fatigue.

0 1960-06-07, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   They came to see their son (son, son-in-law, nephew anyway, its the same person) about some businesssome money matter. Then one of them asked to see me. I thought they would simply send some womannot at all: the whole group, face to face and in a circle, and they began lecturing me on business! So I had some fun. Once they had their say (they werent moving, they were planted there), I told them, Listen, since you are here, it must be for SOMETHING! And then I gave them a lecture. But just imagine, one of them was so shaken that he asked to see me again this morning. The one who was shaken wore a handsome pink turban.
   So I said, All right, let him come.

0 1960-07-23 - The Flood and the race - turning back to guide and save amongst the torrents - sadhana vs tamas and destruction - power of giving and offering - Japa, 7 lakhs, 140000 per day, 1 crore takes 20 years, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   At the time, I didnt know what it all meant. Then this morning, I thought, It must have something to do with the world situation.
   It had all the dimensions of something almost the earth seemed small in comparison, you see. It was similar to what happens here when water is unleashed on earth, during floods for instance, but on a much greater scale.
   And again this morning, when I looked at this vision, I asked myself, Will there be war?I dont feel it will be like that It may be worse.
   You see, it didnt seem human.
   No, but in the morning while walking, I see the difference. There is definitely a difference.
   In the beginning, I said Id do a crore,4 and if that were not enough, Id do ten crore. And one crore will take 20 years!

0 1960-07-26 - Mothers vision - looking up words in the subconscient, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   The other day I wrote somethingit was a letter I gave Pavitra to read. I think theres a spelling mistake, he said. Its quite possible, I answered, I make plenty of them. He looked it up in a splendid dictionary and, as a matter of fact, it was a mistake. I meant to ask him for a dictionary this morning.
   Its very simple, actually; its a convention, a conventional construction somewhere in the subconscious brain, and you write automatically. But if you want to try to bring the light of a slightly higher reason into it, its terrible. It becomes meaningless, and you forget everything.

0 1960-08-27, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   The little basket I put them in can no longer close! I take 45 minutes every morning upstairs to write letters. And I receive six, seven, eight, ten letters a day, so how can I manage? In the end, Sri Aurobindo spent the whole night writing letterstill he went blind.
   Myself, I cant afford to do that, I have other things to do. And Im not keen on going blind either. I need my eyes, they are my work instruments.

0 1960-09-20, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   I found out, of course, because they log everything at the factory, so when they came to inform me of the breakdown the next morning, I asked them what time it had happenedexactly 10:30.
   After that, I made a kind of pact with them the trouble, you see, is that there are constantly new ones. If only they were the same! They are constantly coming in new floods, so there was the need of a permanent formation over there. Ive tried to make this permanent formation, to take and absorb them, to calm them down and scatter them a little so they dont accumulate in one spot, which in the end could be dangerous.

0 1960-10-02b, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   Monday morning
   Yes, my dear little one, it is much better like thatit becomes poetry.3

0 1960-10-11, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   It happened this morning while I was walking back and forth in my room. I had finished my japa I had to stop and hold my head in my hands to keep from bursting into tears. No, it is too dreadful, I said to myself; and to think that we want Perfection!
   Then naturally there came as a consolation: only because the consciousness is getting closer to THE REAL THING can it see all this wretchedness, and the contrast alone makes these things appear so mean.
   And its true, those things I saw this morning which seemed so above all stupid and ugly (Ive never had a sense of morality at any time in my life, thank God! But stupid and ugly things have always seemed Ive always done my best to distance myself from them, even when I was very small). And now I see that these things which seem not only ridiculous but, well, almost shameful were considered, as I recall, remarkably noble earlier on and they represented an exceptionally lofty attitude in life the very same things. So then I understood that its quite simply a question of proportion.
   And thats how the world isthings which now seem totally unacceptable to us, things we CANNOT tolerate, were quite all right in the past.
   The effort to see and to understand this gripped me all night. And when I woke up this morning, I thanked the Lord; I said to Him, Obviously, if You were to keep me totally in that consciousness, I could no longer I could no longer do my work! How could I do my work? For I can only say something to people when I feel it or see it, when I see that its what must be said, but if I am simultaneously in a consciousness in which Im aware of everything that has led to that situation, everything that is going to happen, everything Im going to say, everything the others going to feel then how could I do it!
   There are still many hundreds of years to go before it becomes entirely what Sri Aurobindo describes theres no hurry!

0 1960-10-25, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   (No sooner had Mother finished telling this story than, by a curious coincidence, someone brought her a portrait drawn by P.K., one of the Ashram artists. Several days earlier, at about two in the morning during an uncommonly violent lightning storm, P.K. had suddenly SEEN amidst the flashes of lightning in the sky a rather terrible, demoniacal head in front of his very eyes. Having nothing else available, he hastily drew his vision in chalk on a schoolchilds slate, which is the portrait Mother speaks of here:)
   Well, well! So P.K. is clairvoyant! Its him, for surethis is the being behind those people. Thats why they had so much power. And he came here because of tha the was furious. Quite a demon!

0 1960-11-08, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   But since Zs visit yesterday, and this morning on the balcony Oh, its so I had already seen this long agothis whole milieu that is not very pretty and I had said, Well, its all right, thats how it is, and I didnt discuss it further: Thats how it is, and absolutely the whole world belongs to the Lord IS the Lord! And the Lord made it so, and the Lord wants it so, and its quite all right. Then I put it aside. But with his visit yesterday, it found its placesuch a smiling place. And theres a whole world of things of life which have found their true place in this waywith a smile!

0 1960-11-15, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   I dont know if its due to Zs visit1 or simply if the time had come and things converged (because thats what generally happens), but a whole period of the past is coming up again and its not a purely personal past, for it includes all the acquaintances I used to have, a whole collection of things that represents not only my individual life but something rather collective (as it always is; each of us is always a collectivity but we arent aware of it, and if anything were taken away, it would unbalance the whole). A whole set of things that were absolutely wiped clean from the memory (it must have been buried somewhere in the subconscient or the semi-conscientin any case, something more unconscious than the subconscient), and it has all come back up. Oh, things such things If just two weeks ago someone had asked me, Do you remember that? I would have replied, No, not at all! And its coming from every side. Oh, such mediocrity! (mediocre in the way of consciousness, experiences and activities) and so gray, so dull, so flat! Only this morning, while getting ready for the balcony, I thought, Is it possible to live like that?!
   And then it became so clear that behind all this there was always the same luminous Presence, this Presence that is everywhere, always, watching over everything.
   While it was all coming up, I thought, How is this possible? For during those years of my life (Im now outside things; I do them but Im entirely outside, so they dont involve mewhether its like this or like that makes no difference to me; Im only doing my work, thats all), I was already conscious, but nevertheless I was IN what I was doing to a certain extent; I was this web of social life (but thank God it wasnt here in India, for had it been here I could not have withstood it! I think that even as a child I would have smashed everything, because here its even worse than over there). You see, there its its a bit less constricting, a bit looser, you can slip through the mesh from time to time to brea the some air. But here, according to what Ive learned from people and what Sri Aurobindo told me, its absolutely unbearable (its the same in Japan, absolutely unbearable). In other words, you cant help but smash everything. Over there, you sometimes get a breath of air, but still its quite relative. And this morning I wondered (you see, for years I lived in that way for years and years) just as I was wondering, How was I ABLE to live that and not kick out in every direction?, just as I was looking at it, I saw up above, above this (it is worse than horrible, it is a kind of Oh, not despair, for there isnt even any sense of feeling there is NOTHING! It is dull, dull, dull gray, gray, gray, clenched tight, a closed web that lets through neither air nor life nor lightthere is nothing) and just then I saw a splendor of such sweet light above itso sweet, so full of true love, true compassion something so warm, so warm the relief, the solace of an eternity of sweetness, light, beauty, in an eternity of patience which feels neither the past nor the inanity and imbecility of thingsit was so wonderful! That was entirely the feeling it gave, and I said to myself, THAT is what made you live, without THAT it would not have been possible. Oh, it would not have been possible I would not have lived even three days! THAT is there, ALWAYS there, awaiting its hour, if we would only let it in.
   It was like that this morning at the balcony.
   The rainy season expresses this state of things so well: a constant descent of luminous sweetness (sweetness is not the right wordthere must be a Sanskrit word for it, but this is all we have! ) in this endless gloom.
   Formerly, that was my first stepa long time ago. Now its so very different I wonder how it was possible to have been so totally blind as to call that oneself at any moment in ones life! Its a collection of things. And what was the link by which that could be called oneself? Thats more difficult to find out. Only when you climb above do you come to realize that THAT is at work here, but it could work there as well, or as well here, or here, or here At times there is suddenly a drop of something (Oh, I saw that this morningit was like a drop, a little drop, but with SUCH an intense and perfect light ), and where THAT falls it makes its center and begins radiating out and acting. THAT is what can be called oneselfnothing else. And THAT precisely is what enabled me to live in such dreadfully uninteresting, such nonexistent circumstances. And at the moment when you ARE that, you see how that has lived and how that has used everything, not only in this body but in all bodies and through all time.
   At the core, this is the experience; it is no longer knowledge. I now understand quite clearly the difference between the knowledge of the eternal soul, of life eternal through all its changes, and this CONCRETE experience of the thing.
   It was strange, this morning I came a few minutes late. (I blamed the clocks which werent working, but it wasnt the clocks which were to blame!) I was getting dressed when suddenly all this came upon me I had a moment of it may have lasted one or two minutes, just a few minutes, not long.Oh, the emotion I had during the experience was it was very absorbing.
   It was no longer this (that is, life as it is on earth) becoming conscious of That (the eternal soul, this portion of the Supreme as Sri Aurobindo said); it was the eternal soul seeing life in its own way but without separation, without any separation, not like something looking from above that feels itself to be different How strange it is! Its not something else, its NOT something else, its not even a distortion, not even Its losing its illusory quality as described in the old spiritualities thats not what it is! In my experience, there was there was clearly an emotion I cant describe it, there are no words. It wasnt a feeling, it was something like an emotion, a vibration of such TOTAL closeness and at the same time of compassion, a compassion of love. (Oh, words are so pitiful! ) One was this outer thing, which was the total negation of the other and AT THE SAME TIME the other, without the least separation between them. It WAS the other. So what was born in one was born in the other as well, in this eternal light. A sweetness of identity, precisely, an identity that was necessarily such total understanding with such perfect love but love says it poorly, all words are poor! Its not that; its something else! Its something that cannot be expressed.
   I lived that this morning, upstairs.
   And this body is oh, how feeble and how poor it is. All it finds to express itself are the tears that come to its eyes! Why?I dont know.

0 1960-11-26, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   Before I fell sick, I had a peculiar dream. I was here in the corridor, and someone quite dark came to tell me that Mother wanted me to change my work. And I recall trying with all my might to ask him, But why, why? Finally you arrived. You were there at a table with some others. I was quite annoyed because all these people upset me, they were hindering me from being with you. And you said to me very clearly, Its time this gentleman goes. perhaps this gentleman represented a part of my being which had to disappear or change, but anyway you asked me to do something extremely difficultl felt a very great difficulty doing it. I even remember, in my dream, having left you for an instant, as if I wanted to leave the Ashram, then I must have walked up and down for a while. Finally, I must have made an enormous effort to come back and sit next to you on a bench which symbolically was very hard The next morning I woke up with the flu.
   So, its very simple. The sickness was due to one part of your being going faster than the rest. A part of the physical consciousness probably remained behind, and that created this imbalance and triggered the sickness.
   I havent told this to anyone until now, especially not to those who take care and watch over me, for I dont want to terrify them. Besides, Im not so sure of their reactionsyou understand, if they started getting frightened, it would be terrible. So I dont tell them. But it has happened at least five or six times, usually in the morning before going down to the balcony, just when I dont have the time And it has to be done quickly, for I have to be ready on time!
   Its very, very interesting. But then, you see, at such moments the concreteness of the Presence6concrete to the touch, really to the material touchis extraordinary!

0 1960-12-20, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   If I could only note all this down Its been so interesting all morning, right from the starton the balcony, then upstairs while walking for my japa! And it was on this same theme (experience of the speck of dust) This habit people have (especially in India, but more or less everywhere among those who have a religious nature), this habit of doing all things religious with respect and compunction and no mixing of things, above all there should be no mixing; in some circumstances, at certain times, you MUST NOT think of God, for then it would be a kind of blasphemy.
   Theres the religious attitude, and then theres ordinary life where people do thingsworking, living, eating, enjoying life; they regard these as the essentials, and as for the rest, well, when theres time they think about it. But what Sri Aurobindo brought down, precisely I remember at Tlemcen, Theon used to say that there was a whole world of things, such as eating, for example, or taking care of your body, that should be done automatically, without giving it any importanceits not the time to think of things divine.(!) Thats what he preached. So you have the religious attitude of all the religious types, and then ordinary life I found both of them equally unsatisfactory. Then I came here and told Sri Aurobindo my feeling; I said that if someone is truly in union with the Divine, it CANNOT change no matter what he does (the quality of what youre doing may change, but the union cant change no matter what youre doing). And when he said that this was the truth, I felt a relief. And that feeling has stayed with me all through my life.
   It was quite beautiful on the balcony this morning
   A sweetness, a sensation (both together) a sensation of eternity, and a sweetness! I wonder if its even possible for anything to escape That!

0 1960-12-25, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   I want to tell you that X completely changed my japa this morning. Instead of ten hours a day, I now have only about half an hour to do three times a day!
   He told me that everything is in this new japa.

0 1960-12-31, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother usually improvised on the harmonium the morning of January 1 before reading the New Year's Message. She has come the day before to try out the instrument.)
   Lets see How many months has it been? I havent touched this instrument for at least eight months! And now tomorrow I have to playdont feel like it. Anyway, since I must, I must! Well meditate on it (the New Years Message1)you know what it is, for we worked on it together and then Ill see if something comes.

0 1961-01-10, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Oh no, my child, you dont see at all! To speak I must have a receptive atmosphere! The idea of talking aloud all alone in my room would never occur to me. Sound doesnt come: what comes is a direct transmission and if I manage to connect it to my hand and write its transmitted, although it always gets somewhat pulled down. I can be doing anything at all, it doesnt matter, but it must be something that doesnt monopolize my attention, like brushing my hair in the morning for example: then it comes directly and nothing stops it! But I would never think of uttering a word! That only happens when I find some receptivity in front of me, something I can use.
   What I say to people depends entirely upon their inner state. Thats precisely why I had such enormous difficulty at the Playground3the atmosphere was so mixed! It was a STRUGGLE to find someone receptive so I could speak. And if Im in the presence of people who understand nothing, I cant say a word. On the other hand, some people come prepared to receive and then suddenly it all comes but usually theres no tape-recorder!

0 1961-01-24, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   It lasted the remainder of the night and all day long I had considerable trouble containing an overwhelming power that spontaneously created reactions utterly disproportionate to a human body and made me speak in a way that. When something was not going well: wham! Such an instantaneous and strong reply that it looked like anger. And I found it difficult to control the movementit had happened already in the morning and it very nearly happened again in the afternoon. That last attack has weakened me terribly! I told myself, I dont have the strength to contain this Power; its difficult to remain calm and controlled. That was my first thought, so I insisted upon calm.
   Then yesterday afternoon, when I went upstairs to walk,1 a couple of things occurrednot personal, but of a general natureconcerning, for instance, certain old-fashioned conventions having to do with women and their particular nature (not psychological, physical)old ideas like that which had always seemed utterly stupid to me suddenly provoked a kind of reprobation completely out of proportion to the fact itself. Then one or two other things2 happened in regard to certain people, certain circumstances (nothing to do with me personally: it came from here and there). Then suddenly, I saw a Force coming (coming, well, manifesting) which was the same as that thing I had felt within me but even bigger; it began whirling upon the earth and within circumstances oh, like a cyclone of compact power moving forward with the intention of changing all this! It had to change. At all costs, it must change!
   When I got up today, I was going over all this to myself, and my first instinct was not to speak of it, to observe and see what would happen; but then I received a distinct and precise Command to tell it to you this morning. The experience had to be noted down just as it occurred, recorded in its exact form.
   In the body now, there is a very clear not only a certitude, but a feeling that a certain omnipotence is not far away, and that very soon when it sees (it sees it! There is only one It in this whole affair, which is neither he nor she nor), when it sees that something must be, it automatically will be.

0 1961-01-27, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Balcony-darshan: up to 1962, Mother appeared every morning on the first-floor balcony to be seen by the disciples assembled on the street below.

0 1961-01-31, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   This was a very important experience. Afterwards (especially yesterday afternoon and this morning), I gradually began to realize that this kind of indifferent detachment is the ESSENTIAL condition for the establishment of true Harmony in the most material Matter the most external, physical Matter (Mother pinches the skin of her hand).
   This experience has been like a stagean indispensable stage for establishing this complete detachment; an indispensable stage so that the harmony of the body-consciousness (which came with the bodys experience of the Divine) might have its effect upon the most external, superficial part of the body.
   This ought to be noted down, because its important. It has seemed all the more important to me these last two days. Beginning yesterday evening, there was a whole series of experiences, and this morning I came to a certain conclusion, whose starting point, I realized, was that experience I had upon coming out of trance.
   The rest will come later.
   I have experienced this very concretely. In the mornings, for instance, I have a very short time, very limited and very fixed, to get to the balcony for darshan, and there are a number of completely material things I must do beforehand. Its quite natural to feel that time must always be the same but its not true. Its not trueeven I am astonished!
   With my japa the contrast is the same, its absolutely astounding: I feel I am saying the words in the same way, with the same sound, exactly the same rhythm, but in some cases, with a particular inner attitude, the time by the clock is different! Yet nevertheless, bound up as we are in our physical Matter, we imagine it has taken exactly the same amount of time! Thats what is so strange, this extraordinary relativity vis--vis the clock.

0 1961-03-07, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Ive been feeling lazy! I have received an abominable avalanche of letters, three-quarters of which are useless but I have to look at them to know whether theyre useless or not, so it takes up my morning before coming downstairs. I usually translated The Synthesis of Yoga in the afternoons, or answered questions, but nowadays I go into concentration at that time: I dont do anything. I want to cure my legs.
   I am determined to cure myself they told me it was incurable. The doctors poison you to cure you (as they poisoned our poor S.), and thats no cure! When they dont feel the need to show off in front of the patient, they openly acknowledge that it isnt at all sure that their medicines cure: they merely make you inoffensive to others! But I dont believe in it I dont believe in doctors, I dont believe in their remedies and I dont believe in their science (they are very useful, they have a great social utility, but for myself, I dont believe in it).

0 1961-03-11, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Good morning!
   I have to fight to get out of there! I began to scold them all, saying they were wasting all my time then I was able to come. Otherwise, impossible.

0 1961-03-17, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Between 2 and 3 oclock this morning, I had an experience something resurging from the subconscient: it was appalling, my child, the disclosure of an appalling inefficiency! Disgraceful!
   The experience occurred in a place corresponding to ours [the main Ashram building], but immense: the rooms were ten times bigger, but absolutely one cant say emptythey were barren. Not that there was nothing in them, but nothing was in order, everything was just where it shouldnt be. There wasnt any furniture so things were strewn here and therea dreadful disarray! Things were being put to uses they werent made for, yet nothing needed for a particular purpose could be found. The whole section having to do with education [the Ashram School] was in almost total darkness: the lights were out with no way to switch them on, and people were wandering about and coming to me with incoherent, stupid proposals. I tried to find a comer where I could rest (not because I was tired; I simply wanted to concentrate a little and get a clear vision in the midst of it all), but it was impossible, no one would leave me alone. Finally I put a tottering armchair and a footstool end-to-end and tried to rest; but someone immediately came up (I know who, Im purposely not giving names) and said, Oh! This wont do at all! It CANT be arranged like that! Then he began making noise, commotion, disorderwell, it was awful.

0 1961-03-21, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Before that experience, as part of the attack, I also got a sore throat. I didnt believe it would manifest, but around 9:30 this morning when I came downstairs for meditation with X,2 it did. Its nothing at all, though. The whole time I was with X (and even before, when I was waiting for him), it was halted completelyeverything in that room came to a halt. It started up again only after he left and I came here. But its nothing.
   X told me he has been doing something for me in his puja3since December, it seemsso this morning I thought he should know about the experience and I sent Amrita to tell him. He replied to Amrita that this confirmed his certainty that Z has been making black magic against me since December. He had been told that Z was practicing black magic in Kashmir. Could this be the same person I saw before [during the December 1958 attack]? Since it was someone who concealed his identity, I cant say but this form was robed as a sannyasi. Perhaps its he, I dont know. I reserve my judgment because I dont know personally. But this is what X said, and hes going to redouble his efforts.
   Thats the situation.
   I had a talk with the doctor this morning and he told me, In fact, your case of filariasis has some symptoms missing and others that dont normally exist. He was a bit perplexed because its impossible for him to understand what it might be if its not filariasis. I said that perhaps (because as I told you, I did have filariasis some years ago, but brought it under control) perhaps its being used as a base for this attack.
   Of course, there are certain symptoms which never appear with filariasis. And the doctor has been astounded at the control Ive had over it: it began in the feet, I checked it there; it went higher, I checked it there; then it went higher still and I continued to control it. Finally, the other day, it tried to get into the arms, but it couldnt hold outand last night there was a real riot! (Mother laughs) So perhaps its the deformation or transposition of some sort of mantric effort, like last time in 58 when there was an attempt to make me throw up all my blood but only food came out! Its probably something similar. My impression (Ive had it from the start) is that they have made a try at thrombosis (you know, when something blocks the circulation). Besides, it seems that X asked the doctor if blood-poisoning might be involved, so he must have seen this possibility. There has been absolutely nothing of the kind, but there has been an effort to block the circulation in the veins, probably an adaptation of the magic attack. And along with this have come all the usual things: all the usual suggestions, all the usual prophecies [about Mothers departure]. But for me, these are the normal facts of life, thats all. I am used to it. It has no importance.
   I hadnt thought of it at allnot at all. I have seen Zs thoughts several times, but not in this form: very, very angry thoughts but simply trying to catch my attention.4 But this was something else. X said it was Z, thats what X saw. He doesnt seem to have attached the slightest importance to my magicianobviously this person was just a screen. It must be someone who knows magic and is being used by another as an instrument. But when I saw it all this morning, I must say I didnt once think of Z. Its only X who said so.
   But Z I dont know how to explain my relationship with him. He is sheltered by a light of benediction, so. When he was here I opened the doors for him to a realization he was incapable of having, something light years beyond him; and it gave him an appalling ambition, totally spoiling everything. From this point of view, its a great blessing for him; even if he becomes a dreadful Asura, it will come to a good end! It doesnt matter, its not important. Thats why this morning, even when I heard what X said about Z, it was the same thing: this great Light of the supreme Mother going out towards Z. His magic is not important, but if he indulges in it, too bad for him. It doesnt concern me: its Xs business and X is doing whats necessary and I believe (laughing) he hits hard!5
   When I came down this morning I didnt want my cold to disturb the meditation with X, and this immobility came (Mother brings down her fists, showing a solid mass descending). Its what he uses for healing and I must say that the same thing happens to me, even when it doesnt come from him: a Force that seizes everything, stops everythingno more vibrations, an immobility.
   I had told N. to knock at the door when he arrived with X, but he didnt do itluckily I heard the door opening. I stood up, still in that state and almost fell over! X must have thought I was having a spell of weakness or something, because I was holding onto the arms of the chair, and when I took his flowers, my hands were trembling I wasnt in my body. And afterwards, ah, what a concentration! We remained in it for about thirty-five minutes. It was SOLIDan extraordinary solidity! I didnt want to waste time waiting for it to subside before coming here, and you must have seen how I was when I arrived: like a sleepwalker! I said to the people I passed in the corridor, Im coming back, Im coming back! Thats all I could say, like an idiot.

0 1961-03-27, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother brings along a note she had written the same morning concerning a meditation with X, the tantric 'guru':)
   The extreme subjectivity of experiences is very disconcerting.
   I dont know, because N. said quite categorically: X told me that on arriving for this mornings meditation he had some difficulties and it took him five minutes to get over it; an adverse force was present. N. was quite positive and I even made him repeat it. Are you sure, I asked him, that it didnt happen when X came to you? No, N. replied, X met that force THERE. He said THERE! Yet that it could have been there, with all the force, light and peace that descended is incomprehensible to me. Because the first thing I do when I sit down is to make a thorough cleaning.
   It ruffles me because its like a negation of my power. Till yesterday I had never experienced anything of the kind! On the 29th, you know, it will be forty-seven years since I first came here3thats not exactly yesterday! And ever since I began working with Sri Aurobindo, I have had the sense of this Power, it has never left me; so. It is disconcerting to have this kind of episode come up after such a long time.
   Its best to wait and see. I put a certain force into that note I wrote this morning (I wrote it at a very early hour) and you know that a formation4 is created when I write; I willed it to go to himand he may have received it. Well see what happens. Its better not to speak of it because it might speaking is too external.
   On other occasions (as I have told you) I had difficulties with X on the mental plane; now all that has cleared up, cleared up very well. But this present situation is on another plane, so lets wait. Perhaps probably it will clear up.

0 1961-04-12, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I had another cat I called Big Boy. Oh, how beautiful he was! Enormous! A tail like the train of a gown. He was beautiful! Since there were all kinds of cats prowling around, including a big fierce tomcat who was extremely vicious, I was very afraid for this one when he was little and I got him used to spending his nights inside (which is hard for a cat to do). I forbade him to go out. So he spent his nights inside and when I got up in the morning, he got up too and came and sat down in front of me. Then I would say, All right, Big Boy, you can go, and he would jump out the window and go off but never before. And this is the one who was poisoned.
   Because later on he would go roaming about; he had become terribly strong and would prowl around everywhere. At that time I was living in the Library house, and he would go off as far as the Ashram street (the Ashram didnt belong to us yet, the house was owned by all kinds of people), but when I would go out on the terrace across from Champaklals kitchen and call, Big boy! Big Boy! although he couldnt hear it, he could sense it, and he would come back galloping, galloping. He always came back, unfailingly. The day he didnt come back, I got worried; the servant went looking for himand found him moaning, vomiting, poisoned. He brought him to me. Oh, really! it was. He was so nice! He wasnt a thief or anythinghe was a wonderful cat. Someone had laid out poison for god knows what cat, and he ate it. I showed him to Sri Aurobindo and said, He has been killed.

0 1961-04-22, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I never manage to finish my mornings program. Things just keep piling up.
   (Soon afterwards, concerning X, who had stated that the most recent attacks against Mother, and even those of two years earlier when she had been forced to withdraw to her room, were the result of black magic, and that certain members of the Ashram were DIRECTLY responsible for them, or in any case, had served as intermediariesas a switchboard, to quote himin connection with an outside magician.)

0 1961-04-25, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   The first thing I did this morning was to open this book by Alice Bailey (Ive had it for several days, I had to have a look at it). So I looked Ah, I saidwell, well! Heres a person whos dead now, but she was the disciple of a Tibetan Buddhist lama and considered a very great spiritual leader, and she writes, Christ is the incarnation of divine love on earth. And thats that. And the world will be transformed when Christ is reborn, when he comes back to earth. But why the devil does she put Christ? Because she was born Christian? Its deplorable.
   And such a mixture of everythingeverything! Instead of making a synthesis, they make a pot-pourri. They scoop it all up, toss it together, whip it up a little, use a bunch of words that have nothing to do with one another, and then serve it to you!
   It came last night. It came slowly, but last night it was very strong: no more sequence, no more linking of cause and effect, no more goal, no more purpose, no more intentiona kind of Absolute which does not exclude the creation. It is not Nirvana, it has nothing to do with Nirvana (I know Nirvana very well, Ive had itjust yesterday evening, for instance, while walking for japa, and even this morning. You see, I begin by an invocation to the Supreme under his three aspects, and no sooner have I uttered the sound, TAT when all is abolished: Nirvana. And the last few days I have noticed that its instantaneous, so easy! Oh, a delight! Bah!). But its not Nirvana, its beyond that; it contains Nirvana and it contains the manifested world and it contains everything else; all the appearances and disappearances13all of that is contained in it.

0 1961-04-29, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Another thing happened to me in a fishing village near A., on the seashore, where there is a temple dedicated to Kalia terrible Kali. I dont know what happened to her, but she had been buried with only her head sticking out! A fantastic story I knew nothing about it at all. I was going by car from A. to this temple and halfway there a black form, in great agitation, came rushing towards me, asking for my help: Ill give you everything I haveall my power, all the peoples worshipif you help me to become omnipotent! Of course, I answered her as she deserved! I later asked who this was, and they told me that some sort of misfortune had befallen her and she had been buried with only her head above ground. And every year this fishing village has a festival and slaughters thousands of chickensshe likes chicken! Thousands of chickens. They pluck them on the spot (the whole place gets covered with feathers), and then, after offering the blood and making the sacrifice, the people, naturally, eat them all up. The day I came this had taken place that very morningfea thers littered everywhere! It was disgusting. And she was asking for my help!
   But the curious thing is that these vital beings are aware of what is happening. I knew nothing about any of it, neither the story, nor the being, nor the head sticking out of the ground and she wanted me to get her out of it. They feel the atmosphere. They are awarethey may not be conscious on higher planes, but they are conscious on vital planes, aware of vital power and the vital force it represents. Its like this asura from M.: when I came in he suddenly seemed to tremble on his pedestal; then he left his idol and came to seek my alliance.
   I wanted to carry on with my mornings program, but I couldnt. Theres a mound of letters, all in a muddle! Oh, these people hereletter upon letter, letter upon letter, urgent needs to see me.
   I thought we would prepare a reply to T., but then I chatted away.

0 1961-05-19, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   But all the rest of the time. From morning to evening, letters to read, things to organize, people to see. And at night, every time I come out of my trance there is a swarm of things here (gesture around the head) waiting to be heard, demanding attention.
   Sometimes there are amusing thingsif I were to note down all I see! There are things things which dont appear as they are in ordinary life, but as they ARE when seen with a slightly more clairvoyant eyeits rather amusing. But it amounts to nothing-a sort of distraction.
   I had already had the experience for the sense of smell the divine vibration, the vibration of Ananda in odors. Just under my window, you know, Nripendra has his kitchen, where every morning and afternoon food is prepared for the children2it all comes wafting up on gusts of air. And when the Samadhi tree is in flower, the scent wafts up to me on gusts of air; when people burn incense down below, it comes wafting up here on gusts of aireach and every fragrance (fragrancelets say odor). And generally it all comes while I am walking for my japaan Ananda of odors, each one with its meaning, its expression, its (how to say it?) its motivation and its goal. Marvelous! And there are no longer any good or bad odors that notion is gone completely. Each one has its meaningits meaning and its raison dtre. I have been experiencing this for a long time.
   But this experience of taste was completely new. It didnt last long, only a few minutes, because it amazed me so! It was as if I had a mouthful of the most marvelous foods one could imagine. And my hands were gathering it up in the atmosphere it was so funny!

0 1961-06-06, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Thats why I had difficulty listening to you just now [during the work], because since last night I have been constantly facing this problem, and all morning long Ive had to you know, do like this (Mother clenches her fist, as though getting a grip on herself) in order to come here and listen. I didnt feel like seeing anyone, doing anything only staying like this (Mother keeps still, her arms at her sides) until that problem is willing to explain itself.
   But if you had seen me yesterday. I would probably have said nothing, but it was so lovely! Exactly the same thing, the same people, the same circumstances, the same conditions in the body. Everything, everything was the same.

0 1961-06-17, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Yesterday I saw N. and he told me, Oh! X had an experience during the meditation with you this morning. Ah! I said to myself, This is going to be interesting. (I was wrong to think so, by the way, even for a quarter of a second.) Yes, he told me, he saw what seemed to be a transparent golden veil descending over you; and by your side were flowers like roses, or colored like roses, with the feet of a child upon them.
   All the psychics tell you such stories!

0 1961-06-24, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I was keeping I.B. near me because I already had the idea of putting him immediately back into another bodyhis soul was not satisfied, it had not finished its experience (there was a whole combination of circumstances) and it wanted to continue to live on earth. Then, that night, his inner being went to find V., lamenting, saying he was dead and hadnt wanted to die, that he had lost his body and wanted to continue to live. V. was very perplexed. He let me know about it in the morning: Heres what has happened. I sent word to him of what I was doing, that I was keeping I.B. in my atmosphere and that he should stay very calm and not get excited, for I was going to put him back into a body as soon as possible I already had something in view. The same evening I.B. again went to find V., with the same complaint. V. told him very clearly, Here is what Mother says, here is what she is going to do; come now, be calm and dont torment yourself. And he saw in I.B.s face that he had understood (the inner being was taking on I.B.s physical appearance, naturally); his face relaxed, he became content.
   He went away and he never came back. That is, he stayed tranquilly with me, until I was able to put him into C.s child.
   Oh, it was magnificent at the balcony this morning!
   And then one understands all, allall the details. Some things can be understood intellectually or psychologically (which is very good, it has an effect and it helps you), but that always seems so hazy; it works through an imprecision. But now the vibrations mechanism is understoodits MECHANICS; and thus it becomes precise. All these attitudes the yoga recommendsbeginning with action done as offering, then complete detachment from the result (leaving the result to the Lord), then perfect equanimity in all circumstances, all these stages which one understands intellectually, feels sentimentally, and has fully experiencedwell, all this takes on its TRUE MEANING only when it becomes what could be called a mechanical action of vibrationat that point one understands why it must be like it is.
   And these last few days, especially yesterday and this morning, oh! Extraordinary discoveries! We are on the right track.
   Thats all, mon petitnow Im off to see the priest. What a face hes going to make!

0 1961-06-27, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   The CONTENT is different, mon petit. I see I see, but. The state of consciousness of the person Im looking at, for instance, changes his physical appearance for my PHYSICAL eyes. And this has nothing to do with the banalities of ordinary psychology, where your physiognomy is said to be changed by the feelings you experience. The CONTENT of what I see is different. And then the eyes of the person I am looking at are not the sameit is rather. I couldnt sketch it, but perhaps if I made a painting it would give some idea (I would need to use a somewhat blurred technique, not too precise). The eyes are not quite the same, and the rest of the face too, even the color and the shape thats what sometimes makes me hesitate. I see people (I see my people every morning) and I recognize them, and yet they are different, they are not the same every day (some are always, always the same, like a rock, but others are not). And I even I hesitate sometimes: Is it really he? But he is very. It is indeed he, but I dont quite know him. This generally coincides with changes in the persons consciousness.
   In conclusion: we know nothing.

0 1961-07-07, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Yet it is He. There is nothing other than He! This should be repeated from morning to night, from night to morning, because we forget it every minute.
   There is only He, there is nothing other than He. He alone exists, there is no existence without Him. There is only He!

0 1961-07-18, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   There was an instance of this the other day: someone in a completely detestable mood wrote me a letter; it was impossible, I couldnt reply I didnt know what to say. I simply applied the Force and remained like this (gesture of an offering to the Light). I said, We shall see. Several hours later (I knew I was going to see this person) I didnt even know if I was going to say I had read the letteror rather if what I was going to say would result from having read it. I had come to that pointnothing. But that very morning a little circumstance occurred that changed everything! And when I met the person I knew immediately what had to be said, what had to be done, and everything worked out.
   That is ONE example. I mention it because it happened the day before yesterday, but this goes on all the time.
   I would be satisfied only if. Can one ever be satisfied? At any rate, I would begin to be satisfied only if this were a constant and total condition, active in all circumstances and at every moment, day and night. But is it possible with this INUNDATION pouring in from outside? Constantly! While walking this morning I was (how to put it?) something of a witness, watching what was coming in from outside. One thing after another, one thing after anotherwhat a mixture! From all sides, from everyone and everything and everywhere. And not only from here, but from far, far away on the earth and sometimes from far back in time, back into the pastthings out of the past coming up, presenting themselves to the new Light to be put in their place. Its always that: each thing wanting to be put in its place. And this work has to be done constantly. Its as if one keeps catching a new illness to be cured.
   A fresh disorder to be straightened out.

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.
   It was during this period that I used to go out of my body every night and do the work Ive spoken of in Prayers and Meditations (I only mentioned it in passing).8 Every night at the same hour, when the whole house was very quiet, I would go out of my body and have all kinds of experiences. And then my body gradually became a sleepwalker (that is, the consciousness of the form became more and more conscious, while the link remained very solidly established). I got into the habit of getting up but not like an ordinary sleepwalker: I would get up, open my desk, take out a piece of paper and write poems. Yes, poems I, who had nothing of the poet in me! I would jot things down, then very consciously put everything back into the drawer, lock everything up again very carefully and go back to bed. One night, for some reason or other, I forgot and left it open. My mother came in (in France the windows are covered with heavy curtains and in the morning my mother would come in and violently throw open the curtains, waking me up, brrm!, without any warning; but I was used to it and would already be prepared to wake upotherwise it would have been most unpleasant!). Anyway, my mother came in, calling me with unquestionable authority, and then she found the open desk and the piece of paper: Whats that?! She grabbed it. What have you been up to? I dont know what I replied, but she went to the doctor: My daughter has become a sleepwalker! You have to give her a drug.
   It wasnt easy.
   And could he tell stories! I think he read every novel available, all the stories he could findextraordinary adventure stories, for he loved adventures. When we were kids he used to let us come into his room very early in the morning and, while still sitting in bed, tell us stories from the books he had read but he told them as if they were his own, as if hed had extraordinary adventures with outlaws, with wild animals. Every story he picked up he told as his own. We enjoyed it tremendously!
   But one day when my brother had disobeyed him (Matteo must have been ten or eleven, and I perhaps nine or ten), I came into the dining room and saw my father sitting on a sofa with my brother across his knees; he had pulled down his trousers and was spanking him, I dont know what for. It wasnt a very serious spanking, but still. I came in, drew myself up to my full height and said, Papa, if you ever do that again, I am leaving this house! And with such authority, mon petit! He stopped and never did it again.

0 1961-08-11, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Again this morning, between 3 and 4 oclock, Sri Aurobindo seemed to be showing me around the world of expression. I see a host of people I dont know (and some I do). There are immense roomsnot libraries (there are no books) yet everything is there, arranged and organized, in great open roofless rooms. And I walk along with Sri Aurobindo as he passes from one person to another, one group to another, one place to another, one room to another and he coordinates it all. To some he says a few words; others show him things. And its all for the background of your book, for it to be filled with all thisnot explicitly, but potentially for the Force to be there.
   And the clarity! It is limpid-an atmosphere so transparent, so limpid, so clear! There are people of today, people of times past, people of forever. They are like living intelligences gathering together the earths memories. Day after day, day after day, Sri Aurobindo has been showing this to me.

0 1961-09-10, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   The night before last, around 3 in the morning, I was in a place where there were a lot of people from here (you were there), and I was trying to play some music, precisely in order to SAY something. There were three pianos there, which seemed to be interlocked into each other, so I leaned over sideways to get at one of the three and began playing on it. It was in a large hall with people seated at a distance, but you were just at my left alongside a young lady who was a symbol figure (that is, the vibration or impression I received from her and the relationship I had with her could be applied as well to four or five persons here: it was like relating to an amalgam something that is very interesting and often happens to me). Anyway, I was leaning over one of the keyboards and trying trying to work something out, to illustrate how this would translate into that. Finally I realized that playing half-standing, half-leaning was unnecessary acrobatics, because a grand piano was right there in front, so I sat down before it. Well, the most amusing part of it was that the keys (there were two keyboards) were all bluelike the marbled paper we are making now, all blue, and with every possible marbled effect. Black keys, white keys, high keys, low keys (all of them were the same width, quite wide, like this), all seemed to be coated but it wasnt paperwith this blue. Facing the piano I said to myself, Well now, this cant be played with physical eyesit has to be played FROM ABOVE.
   While I was playing, I kept telling myself, But this is what Ive tried to do with music all my lifeplay on the blue keyboard!

0 1961-09-16, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   This morning when I was walking, the program of the day and the work ahead of me was so formidable that I felt it to be impossible. And yet simultaneously there was this immobile inner POSITION in me; as soon as I stop my movement of formation and action, it becomes like a dance of joy: all the cells vibrating (there is a sort of vivacity, and an extraordinary music), all the cells vibrant with the joy of the Presence the divine Presence. But when I see the outside world entering and attacking, well this joy doesnt exactly disappear, but it retreats. And the result is that I always feel like sitting down and keeping stillwhen I can do that it is marvelous. But of course, all the suggestions from outside come in: suggestions of helplessness and old age, of wear and tear, of diminishing power, all thatand I know positively that its false. But calm in the body is indispensable. Well, for me also Sri Aurobindos answer is always the same: Be simple, be simple, very simple.
   And I know what he means: to deny entry to regimenting, organizing, prescriptive, judgmental though the wants none of all that. What he calls being simple is a joyous spontaneity; in action, in expression, in movement, in lifebe simple, be simple, be simple. A joyous spontaneity. To rediscover in evolution that condition he calls divine, which was a spontaneous and happy condition. He wants us to rediscover that. And for days now he has been here telling me (and the same goes for your work): Be simple, be simple, be simple. And in his simplicity was a luminous joy.
   These last two or three days I have been constantly seeing this for you. Then this morning it came for me, because the accumulation of work has become so tremendous that I would need ten times more time than I have merely to bring things up to date. So there I was, feeling a bit cornered; there was even a force wanting me to stop in the midst of my walk and RELAX, and I was resisting it with all my willuntil I realized I was doing something foolish. It was the same thing, he said the same thing for me. I relaxed and immediately everything was fine.
   Essentially, we live with too much tension, dont we?

0 1961-10-30, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I said to myself this morning, if I go on like this, Ill soon have to stop talkingo therwise theyll put me in an asylum! Dont you agree?
   No, Mother, it seems very.

0 1961-11-12, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   But you see, Id been struggling for four or five days with no results. Well, this morning. I was angry yesterday, angry with you
   (Unperturbed) Yes.
   Well, this morning, you see.
   It came nicely. After you got angry, it finally came!
   No, I dont really mean linking, rather. Take what came this morning, for instance; it showed me (I think) that something really had to be changed. I have that feeling.
   (Mother nods her head.)

0 1961-12-20, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I came here. But something in me wanted to meet Sri Aurobindo all alone the first time. Richard went to him in the morning and I had an appointment for the afternoon. He was living in the house thats now part of the second dormitory, the old Guest House.5 I climbed up the stairway and he was standing there, waiting for me at the top of the stairs. EXACTLY my vision! Dressed the same way, in the same position, in profile, his head held high. He turned his head towards me and I saw in his eyes that it was He. The two things clicked (gesture of instantaneous shock), the inner experience immediately became one with the outer experience and there was a fusion the decisive shock.
   But this was merely the beginning of my vision. Only after a series of experiencesa ten months sojourn in Pondicherry, five years of separation, then the return to Pondicherry and the meeting in the same house and in the same waydid the END of the vision occur. I was standing just beside him. My head wasnt exactly on his shoulder, but where his shoulder was (I dont know how to explain itphysically there was hardly any contact). We were standing side by side like that, gazing out through the open window, and then TOGETHER, at exactly the same moment, we felt, Now the Realization will be accomplished. That the seal was set and the Realization would be accomplished. I felt the Thing descending massively within me, with the same certainty I had felt in my vision. From that moment on there was nothing to sayno words, nothing. We knew it was THAT.

0 1962-01-09, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   These past few days Ive had some interesting experiences from this standpoint. I had what is commonly called fever, but it wasnt feverit was a resurfacing from the subconscient of all the struggles, all the tensions this body has had for what will soon be eighty-three years. I went through a period in my life when the tension was tremendous, because it was psychological and vital as well as physical: a perpetual struggle against adverse forces; and during my stay in Japan, particularly oh, it was terrible! So at night, everything that had been part of that life in Japanpeople, things, movements, circumstancesall of it seemed to be surrounding my body in the form of vital3 vibrations, and to be taking the place of my present state, which had completely vanished. For hours during the night, the body was reliving all the terrible tensions it had during those four years in Japan. And I realized how much (because at the time you pay no attention; the consciousness is busy with something else and not concentrated on the body), how much the body resists and is tense. And just as I was realizing this, I had a communication with Sri Aurobindo: But youre keeping it up! he told me. Your body still has the habit of being tense. (Its much less now, of course; its quite different since the inner consciousness is in perfect peace, but the BODY keeps the habit of being tense.) For instance, in the short interval between the time I get up and the time I come down to the balcony,4 when I am getting ready (I have to get this body ready to come down) well, the body is tense about being ready in time. And thats why accidents happen at that moment. So the following morning I said, All right, no more tension, and I was exclusively concerned with keeping my body perfectly tranquil I was no later than usual! So its obviously just one of the bodys bad habits. Everything went off the same as usual, and since then things are better. But its a nasty habit.
   And so I looked. Is it something particular to this body? I wondered. To everyone who has lived closely with it, my body gives the impression of two things: a very concentrated, very stubborn will, and such endurance! Sri Aurobindo used to tell me he had never dreamed a body could have such endurance. And thats probably why. But I dont want to curtail this ability in any way, because it is a CELLULAR will, and a cellular endurance toowhich is quite intriguing. Its not a central will and central endurance (thats something else altogether)its cellular. Thats why Sri Aurobindo used to tell me this body had been specially prepared and chosen for the Workbecause of its capacity for obstinate endurance and will. But thats no reason to exercise this ability uselessly! So I am making sure it relaxes now; I tell it constantly, Now, now! Just let go! Relax, have some fun, wheres the harm in it? I have to tell it to be quiet, very quiet. And its very surprised to hear that: Ah! Can I live that way? I dont have to hurry? I can live that way?
   Up to March 1962, Mother came out every morning on the first floor balcony. The disciples were assembled on the street below.
   Mother frequently addressed Satprem as "mon petit" or "petit," terms of endearment she used for very few other people, which can be approximately rendered as "my little one" or "my child." Since no English phrase can capture the nuances of Mother's simple "petit" and "mon petit," we have decided to leave them in the original French wherever they occur.

0 1962-01-21, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   This is exactly the experience I have been going through these past few days; since the day before yesterday it seems to have reached its peak, and this morning it developed into a comprehensive vision, an earth-encompassing vision.
   Its almost like a reversal of attitude.
   It happened this morning, with great simplicity, but at the same time it had something so vast and almighty in it, as if the Universal Mother were turning towards the Lord and saying, At last! We are ready.
   That was my experience this morning.
   Do you mean to say theres been a progress on Earth?

0 1962-02-03, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   For some time now I have been running into difficulties with my morning japa. Its complex. I wont go into details, but certain things seemed to be trying to interfere, either preventing me from going on to the end, or plunging me into a kind of trance that brought everything to a halt. So I began wondering what it was and why. A very, very long curve was involved, but the result of my observations is the following. (All this is purely from the bodys standpoint; I mean it doesnt concern the conscious, living, independent being that would remain the same even without the bodyto be exact, the being whose life, consciousness, freedom and action do not depend on the body. I am speaking here of that which needs the body for its manifestation; that alone was in question.)
   There has been a kind of perception of a variety of bodily activities, a whole series of them, having to do exclusively (or so it seems) with the maintenance of the body. Some are on the borderlinesleep, for instance: one portion of it is necessary for good maintenance of the body, and another portion puts it in contact with other parts and activities of the being; but one portion of sleep is exclusively for maintaining the bodys balance. Then there is food, keeping clean, a whole range of things. And according to Sri Aurobindo, spiritual life shouldnt suppress those things; whatever is indispensable for the bodys well-being must be kept up. For ordinary people, all other bodily activities are used for personal pleasure and benefit. The spiritual man, on the other hand, has given his body to serve the Divine, so that the Divine may use it for His work and perhaps, as Sri Aurobindo said, for His joyalthough given the present state of Matter and the body, that seems to me unlikely or at best very intermittent and partial, because this body is much more a field of misery than a field of joy. (None of this is based on speculation, but on personal experience I am relating my personal experience.) But with work, its different: when the body is at work, its in full swing. Thats its joy, its needto exist only to serve Him. To exist only to serve. And of course, to reduce maintenance to a bare minimum while trying to find a way for the Divine to participate in the very restricted, limited and meager possibilities of joy this maintenance may give. To associate the Divine with all those movements and things, like keeping clean, sleeping (although sleep is different, its already a lot more interesting); but especially with personal hygiene, eating and other absolutely indispensable things, the attempt is to associate them with the Divine Presence so that they may be as much an expression of divine joy as possible. (This is realized to a certain extent.)

0 1962-02-13, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Both were there this morning.
   Obviously a great, great deal of stability and inner calm is required. There was a keen sense of the absolute pettiness, stupidity and dullness of all outer circumstances, of this whole bodily life in its external form, and AT THE SAME TIME a great symphony of divine joy. And both states were together like pulsations.
   Strange. This morning it was strange, for both were there: the feeling of physical weaknessalmost a physical decomposition and AT THE SAME TIME, SIMULTANEOUSLY (not even one behind the other, but both together), a glory of divine splendor.
   Both together.
   It was odd this morning because on one side I felt (one sideits not even a side; I dont know how to explain, they are both together) the body was unwell, most unharmonious (someone in an ordinary consciousness would have said the body was ill, or at any rate very weak, very not at all in good condition), and simultaneously, in the SAME PHYSICAL SENSATION: a glory! A marvelous glory of blissfulness, joy, splendor! But how could the two be together?
   Really, you must stay perfectly, perfectly calm inside; externally, you do things, brush your teeth and so forth, but within you must keep very calm if you dont want to fall over.1
   And he purposely doesnt want me to note down what he says. For I could do so (if I had time) very early in the morning; I remember very, very clearly and precisely. Later it fades, its erased only the impression or influence remains and its very strong all day until its replaced by another. This creates a sort of atmosphere in which I live, an atmosphere of knowledge.
   But he doesnt want me to note it down. Its not simply that I dont have the time, he doesnt want me to. When I wake up (not wake up, when I come out of that state), there are no lapses of consciousness. This is something I have acquired through lifelong discipline I have no lapses. Things dont suddenly go away, poof! They remain very clear I go from one state to another with no impression of a gap. But I see his action: he replaces the precise memory of what has been said and done by a sort of atmosphere, a sensation that stays with me all day long.

0 1962-02-24, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I should mention that three or four days before my birthday something apparently very troublesome happened5 (it could have been troublesome, anyway), and it made me wonder: Will I be able to do what I have to on the 21st? I wasnt happy about it. No, I said, I cant let these people down when theyre expecting so much from this day; thats not right. So throughout the 20th I stayed exclusively concentrated in a very, very deep, very interiorized invocation, not in the least superficial, far from all emotions and sentiments something really at the summit of the being. And I remained in contact with That, for everything to be truly for the best, free from any false movement in Matter whatsoever. And that night I was CLEARLY cured; I mean I followed the action and saw myself really and truly cured. When I got up in the morning, I got up cured. All the things I constantly had to do, all the tapasyas just to keep going, were no longer necessarysomeone had taken charge of everything, and it was all over and done with. And on the morning of the 21st, with a crowd of two thousand and some hundred people, it went perfectly smoothly, without the slightest hitch. Then in the afternoon I had that very special experience for my legs.
   So on the 21st morning I could say quite spontaneously and unhesitatingly, Today the Lord has given me the gift of healing me. (I was speaking in English about the things people had given me, and I said, and the Lord has given me the gift of healing me.)
   This explanation is clear; and the healing was the result of tapasya. Its self-explanatory. Something was even saying to my body, to the bodys SUBSTANCE, O unbelieving substance, now you wont be able to say there are no miracles. Throughout all the work that was being done on the 20th, something was saying (I dont know who, because it doesnt come like something foreign to me any more, its like a Wisdom, it seems like a Wisdom, something that knows: not someone in particular, but that which knows, whatever its form), something that knows was insisting to the body, by showing it certain things, vibrations, movements, From now on, O unbelieving substance, you cant say there are no miracles. Because the substance itself is used to each thing having its effect, to illnesses following a particular course and certain things even being necessary for it to be cured. This process is very subtle, and it doesnt come from the intellect, which can have a totally different interpretation of it; its rather a kind of consciousness ingrained in physical substance, and thats what was being addressed and being shown certain movements, certain vibrations and so forth: You see, from now on you cant say there are no miracles. In other words, a direct intervention of the Lord, who doesnt follow the beaten path, but does things in His own way.
   There was also that attack (it was rather serious and threw the doctor into a fit of anxiety) which took place, I think, the day before sari distribution.6 The next morning, throughout the distribution, someone else seemed to have taken possession of my body and to be doing what had to be done, taking care of all the difficulties; I was comfortable, serene, simply like a carefree spectator. I had nothing to worry about, someone was. (What someone? Someone, something, I dont know, theres no more difference, its not delineated like that any more; but anyway, it was a being, a force, a consciousness perhaps a part of myself, I dont know; none of this is clear-cut; its quite precise, but not divided, very smoothMo ther makes a rounded gestureno breaks.) Something, then, a will or a force or a consciousness plainly a powerhad taken possession of the body and was doing all the work, looking after everything. I was witnessing everything, smiling. But its gone now. It came specifically for that work (I was in pretty bad shape); when the work was over, it dissolvedit didnt leave abruptly but it became inactive. Afterwards, I felt rather confident. Well in any case, I thought, something similar could happen on the 21st, since it just happened now.
   The 19th was so-so, and on the 20th I was concentrated all day long: no contacts with anyone, nothing external, only an intense invocation as intense and concentrated as when youre trying to melt into the Lord at death. It was like that. The same movement of identification, but at its core a will for everything to work out in a good way here [on the material plane]. In a good way I mean I said to the Lord, YOUR Good, the true Good, not. The true Good, a victorious Good, a real progress over the way life is usually lived. And I stayed in this unwavering concentration the whole day, all the time, all the time: even when I spoke, it was something very external speaking. And then at night when I went to bed I felt something had changed the body felt completely different. When I got up in the morning, all the pains and disorders and dangers had vanished. Lord, I said, You have given me a gift of health.
   And with this change, the bodily substance, the very stuff of the cells, was constantly being told, Dont you forget, now you see that miracles CAN happen. In other words, the way things work out in physical substance may not at all conform to the laws of Nature. Dont forget, now! It kept coming back like a refrain: Dont forget, now! This is how it is. And I saw how necessary this repetition was for the cells: they forget right away and try to find explanations (oh, how stupid can you be!). Its a sort of feeling (not at all an individual way of thinking), its Matters way of thinking. Matter is built like that, its part of its make-up. We call it thinking for lack of a better word, but its not thinking: it is a material way of understanding things, the way Matter is able to understand.
   I began three days ago, but I keep getting entangled with the traditional formation around it: Oh, its dangerous, its dangerous, be careful. So this morning I thought Id better speak to you about it.
   Are you doing it without instructions?
   Ah, its funny, because just this morning. Did you come for the balcony?
   Lately I have been coming, but I didnt this morning.
   Yes, I thought I didnt see you! But when I went out on the balcony, something suddenly began making me do pranayama! I started doing it and it was funny I had great fun. It was like the Lord entering into me as air, and when it was held inside like that (I was doing it physically at the same time), all the air began to flow out into everybody and do its work in each onewith such a sensation of ease, of tranquil power, and so sure of itself! So comfortably peaceful.
   I do my japa in the morning, at noon, and in the evening.

0 1962-02-27, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Theres one very interesting example I always give. The man involved told me about it himself. A long time ago (you must have been a baby), every day the newspaper Le Matin published a small cartoon of a boy dressed like a lift attendant (he told me the story in English), or a sort of bellboy, pointing with his finger to the date or whatever. This man was traveling and staying at a big hotel in some city (I dont remember which), a big city. And he told me that one night or early one morning he had a dream: he saw this bellboy showing him a hearse (you know, what they use in Europe for taking people to the cemetery) and inviting him to step inside! He saw that. And when he got ready that morning and left his room (which was on the top floor) there on the landing was the same boy, identically dressed, inviting him to go down in the elevator. It gave him a shock. He refused: No, thanks! The elevator fell to the ground. It was smashed to pieces, and the people inside were all killed.
   After this, he said, he believed in dreams!

0 1962-04-03, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Since March 16, Mother has been going through a grave ordeal that threatened her physical existence. Even so, she went down to the balcony on the 18th and 20th of March, which were to be the last times. She has not left her room since then. All her conversations with Satprem will henceforth take place in her upstairs room. The latest attack occurred the previous night, April 2-3, and took the form of a total cardiac arrest. Despite her condition, this morning Mother has found the strength to speak. She speaks in English. Her words have been noted down from memory.)
   Just between eleven and twelve [last night] I had an experience by which I discovered that there is a group of peoplepurposely their identity was not revealed to mewanting to create a kind of religion based on the revelation of Sri Aurobindo. But they have taken only the side of power and force, a certain kind of knowledge and all which could be utilized by Asuric forces. There is a big Asuric being that has succeeded in taking the appearance of Sri Aurobindo. It is only an appearance. This appearance of Sri Aurobindo has declared to me that the work I am doing is not his. It has declared that I have been a traitor to him and to his work and has refused to have anything to do with me.

0 1962-04-13, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (After a perilous month, Mother has suddenly had the formidable, decisive experience, and she gives her first message. She is lying on her bed in the room upstairs, and has become quite thin. It is around ten in the morning. Her voice has greatly changed. Schoolchildren can be heard playing in the distance:)
   Night of April 12-13.1

0 1962-04-28, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   These past few days I have started thinking about the August Bulletin. In a few days I will probably be able to start working. In that case, I could ask you to come in the morning and you could read me whatever you have ready.
   We will do the aphorisms in June; it will probably be easier then. Tell me if you have any plans for work (your work); we will arrange things accordingly.

0 1962-05-15, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I told you about that experience of meeting Sri Aurobindo (the true Sri Aurobindo) in the subtle physical. This is the exact dateearly that morning I jotted it down on this paper. And it gives me the approximate date of the other vision: that is, I must have had my first experience with those people somewhere around the end of June or the beginning of July, 1959.
   Did I tell you about it? It was a sort of vision that I took for a beginning of work on the subconscient. I had come to a place where Sri Aurobindo was staying and found him closeted in his room. There was a sort of large hall, an immense hall with rooms opening onto it, and his apartment was off to one side (gesture). I asked to see him. I was told it wasnt possible and I had to wait. I was astonished. Then certain things happened in the hall concerning A. and M. (rather interesting things, but concerning them personally). And at the same time, I was waiting. When it was all over, I asked once again to go into the room. Then through the doorway I saw I saw a tall Sri Aurobindomuch taller than he actually wasstrong but rather thin, thin in a way that not the way he really wasit was rather a gauntness, very harsh, very cold; and he was somewhat darker than he used to be. I saw him there, walking up and down; and when he was told I was asking to see him, I saw him in the distance saying, No, I dont want to see her. I wont acknowledge her and I dont want anything to do with hershe has betrayed me. Something like that (I couldnt hear the actual words, but the gestures were plain enough). Well, that was the very first timenothing of the kind had ever occurred before.

0 1962-05-27, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   So when I wake up every morning with a black hole where my night was, I wake up discouraged. Whats the matter with me! I wonder.

0 1962-05-31, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I had a symbolic dream (quite symbolic!)thats all I could recall this morning. I was wearing a very cumbersome sort of garment, full of big thorns
   Oh, horrible!

0 1962-06-02, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Last night I spent almost all my time in such a building. And all the people who help the work were symbolized there but its always a material help, either work or money or. I remember being particularly struck by one character last night. (Again, there were a lot of aggravations, but someone or something was always on the scene when I arrived and it all sorted itself outit was the exact opposite of the dreams I was talking about the other day: all the difficulties sorted themselves out when I arrived.) Then I came to a rather difficult place to cross (you had to flounder about on slippery scaffoldings) and suddenly, facing me, there was a man (of course, it was probably a symbol rather than a man, but it might really be someone physical). He was one of the workers, a master mason (when I woke up this morning, I thought of the symbolism of Freemasonry and wondered if it might give a clue to the experience). Nearby, people were coming to supervise, observe, direct, people who thought themselves highly superior but they were never any help in solving practical problems! They were creating more problems than they were helping to solve. Anyway, this master mason appeared to be around fifty, with a beautiful facea workers face, beautiful and concentrated. There was a difficult place to cross, and he had worked the thing out very efficiently, with a lot of care. Then, when it was all done and I was able to go on my way, I felt a great surge of love go out to him, with neither gesture nor word and he received it, he felt and received it. His face lit up and he implored me, with wonderful humility, Never let me forget this moment, the most beautiful moment of my life. (I dont know what language he used because it didnt come to me in words.) It was such an intense experience. His humility, his receptivity, his response were all so beautiful and pure that when I woke upwhen I came out of the experience, at any rate I was left with a most delightful impression.
   What he represents might be partly manifested by somebody here. A beautiful face a man around fifty. Or it may be symbolic: such characters are sometimes put together with features from several people, to make it very clear that they represent a state of consciousness and not an individual. Its far more often a state of consciousness than an individual.

0 1962-06-06, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I am asking because last night I tried it was around four in the morning and I was concentrating on trying to build that bridge [between your waking consciousness and the other consciousness]. You didnt feel anything?
   Its very vague.
   As for the head, it has learned to keep still. I walk in the mornings and afternoons, saying the mantra as I did before; but while before I had to drive thoughts away, concentrate and make an effort, now this state comes and takes over everything the head, the body, everything and then I walk in that woolly dream (woolly isnt the right word, but its all I can find!). Its smooth, soft, without angles and supple! No resistance, no resistance. Oh, that peace!
   Very well, petit.
   What were you doing at four in the morning? Sleeping?

0 1962-06-12, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I dont know what it is; it came just this morning and I havent opened it.
   Isnt it from your publisher?

0 1962-06-23, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   It lasted a long time, but I dont remember exactly when it was. Part of it happened while I was walking (I walk at five in the morning and five in the evening). When I started walking it was there and it lasted for a long time afterwardswhe ther morning or evening I dont remember.
   In the morningevery morning, as I walk I concentrate on you in the hope that you will remember your nights and have an experience.
   And it stayed put, in the sense that all sorts of things could go on, but there it remained, at the borders of the terrestrial world, like a declaration from the Supremea very tall being.

0 1962-06-30, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Almost all my memories of past lives came like that; the particular being reincarnated in me rises to the surface and begins acting as if it were all on its own! Once in Italy, when I was fifteen, it happened in an extraordinary way. But that time I did some research. I was in Venice with my mother and I researched in museums and archives, and I discovered my name, and the names of the other people involved. I had relived a scene in the Ducal Palace, but relived it in such a such an absolutely intense way (laughinga scene where I was being strangled and thrown into a canal!) that my mother had to hurry me out of there as fast as she could! But that experience I wrote down, so the exact memory has been kept (I didnt write down the other experiences, so the details have all faded away, but this one was noted, although I didnt include any names). The next morning I did some research and uncovered the whole story. I told it all to Thon and Madame Thon, and he also had the memory of a past life there, during the same period. And as a matter of fact, I had seen a portrait there that was the spitting image of Thon! The portrait of one of the doges. It was absolutely (it was a Titian) absolutely Thon! HIS portrait, you know, as if it had just been done.5
   All those kinds of things came to me just like that, without my looking for them, wanting them, or understanding them, without doing any sort of discipline, nothingit was absolutely spontaneous. And they just kept on coming and coming and coming.

0 1962-07-04, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Had I taken the responsibility (I purposely didnt, for other reasons), I would have said, Keep him till tomorrow morning. And I would have done something overnight. But naturally, this is one case in a million. You cant make it a general rule.
   No, I meant what conclusions for you, for your experience, can be drawn from this episode?

0 1962-07-11, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Either today or yesterday, when I got up around 4:30 or a quarter to five in the morning, I immediately (how shall I put it?) I deliberately, out of habit, thought of you. Must this [the operation with the sword of light] be done with Satprem too? I asked. There was no answer and so far nothing has come.
   When I think of you it always takes me into a very crystalline and luminous regionvery crystalline, sometimes with. A state where I can communicate effortlessly.

0 1962-07-14, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   It was around three oclock in the morning.
   I have seen you very often in visions, symbolic visions in the mental realm, but thats not what it was. It was in the subtle physical, this close (same gesture); you came deliberately, and you looked at me. Oh, I told you, how nice!

0 1962-07-25, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Then, school years. I was a very bright student, always for the same reason: I wanted to understand. I wasnt interested in learning things by heart like the others did I wanted to understand them. And what a memory I had, a fantastic memory for sounds and images! I had only to read a poem aloud at night, and the next morning I knew it. And after I had studied or read a book and someone mentioned a passage to me, I would say, Ah, yes thats on page so and so. I would find the page. Nothing had faded, it was all still fresh. But this is the ordinary period of development.
   Then at a very young age (about eight or ten), along with my studies I began to paint. At twelve I was already doing portraits. All aspects of art and beauty, but particularly music and painting, fascinated me. I went through a very intense vital development during that period, with, just like in my early years, the presence of a kind of inner Guide; and all centered on studies: the study of sensations, observations, the study of technique, comparative studies, even a whole spectrum of observations dealing with taste, smell and hearinga kind of classification of experiences. And this extended to all facets of life, all the experiences life can bring, all of themmiseries, joys, difficulties, sufferings, everythingoh, a whole field of studies! And always this presence within, judging, deciding, classifying, organizing and systematizing everything.
   But its so interesting! I do it in the afternoon and I work in the morning.
   To be interesting it would have to be systematic, using various examples. But then it would make an endless story.

0 1962-08-11, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I had the experience for several hours this morning. It started in the middle of the night and lasted through the morning until I was inundated with people. It began during the night in quite a powerful manner (in the body, all this is in the body), with a formidable sensation of power (so much so that in the middle of the experience I suddenly thought, I have to tell this to Satprem tomorrowright in the midst of the experience!). And THE Vibration seemed so utterly present (present I have the feeling its always present, but it was perceived, which gives it a kind of efficacya kind we can grasp). It was like that all morning until eight or eight-thirty; after eight oclock the experience slowly faded. It began around eleven at night and lasted till then. And so yes, its exactly what I say there: it automatically puts each thing in its place.
   Oh, during those hours the Presence lasted this morning, what I say here became so obvious, so obvious! You see (theres nothing but the Lord, of course), its exactly as if the Lord were seeing all things (and this body is part of what He sees!), seeing all things and laughing, laughingforever laughing at all the tragedy the tragedy of this existence! And I was seeing Him right here, you know, there was nothing but Himimmense, marvelous, yet at the same time scaled to the size of the earth, almost to the size of this room, you could say! He was here, in everythingin all the past, all the future, in all places, in everything. And He was smiling, smiling with the consciousness of that joyits not joy, joy sounds pallid. And there was no excitement, nothing of what human consciousness mixes into these things, only an eternal certitude, a crystal clear vision of the most MINUTE details. And all of this simultaneously, just like that, with a smile. And although I cant say what is He and what is me, I have the joy of perceiving Him (that isnt abolished), and yet I am nowhere in particular! Still I have the joy, I feel the joy of perceiving Him.
   Its difficult to describe. It lasted from around midnight until eight oclock.

0 1962-09-05, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Yes, Mother, thats all right. But theres no outer encouragement. I have the feeling that nothing is happening I wake up each morning and theres nothing. I meditate, theres nothing theres never anything! Just the certainty that its the only thing worth doing.
   But dont you see, mon petit: the unwavering Light above you (Mother gazes above Satprems head). Thousands of people would give anything for that!

0 1962-11-03, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   But I deliberately come into contact with these things. When I walk in the morning for japa, its all systematically put under the supreme Influence, it gets cleared up and sorted out. Some good work gets done.
   We mustnt see these things as inescapable, but rather take them as indications of whats being changed.

0 1962-11-14, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   My method is essentially very simple: for each thing that comes, I say, Here, Lord, its for You; change it, transform it. A work of offering and dedication (gesture of presenting something to the Light). And this morning there was a sort of replynot exactly to a question, but as though I were wondering How do I do it? (because the Lord tells me I am here for His work), How do I do His work? Whats the new way of doing the Work? We know all the old ways, but whats the new way? And the reply came, very concrete, without words: By bringing the two extremes together. Everything you see, everything that comes to you or that you discover is automatically put in the presence of the Most High, of the Supreme. You join the two extremes. Your whole work is to make the junction.
   And now you read me all this! Its as if you were explaining itdont you find that interesting! (Mother laughs) I find it VERY interesting.
   And whats more, this morning Sri Aurobindo said to me, Today he will tell you something that will explain your experiences to you. So thats what has happened. Its not a mental explanation, you understand these things are SEEN.
   He was here again just now and told me (how shall I put it?) something like: he receives well, as though he were dictating a lot of things to you.
   If I could tell all Ive seen when I remember it in the morning, it would fill hundreds and hundreds of volumes. And in fact, it would shed some light.
   I have never stopped seeing things. Now I see both day and night, it makes no difference, although I dont see the same things or do the same work at night as during the day. But all the work is always expressed through visions (I also hear and remember words, but thats secondary): ideas are expressed as images, and wills are expressed as actions. And it all makes a sort of lifea life in other worlds, different worlds.

0 1962-11-20, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   All I know is that it was a very bad night, and I woke up this morning completely drained and with plenty of difficultiesand its not over yet.2

0 1962-11-23, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   And just last time, when I told you I wasnt very well, it happened during the night, and it was the equivalent of what you write here, but purely material, in the body. In your book you describe it rather psychologically, like a phenomenon of consciousness, that is; but here its a phenomenon of the cells. So hurry to bring me the triumph! (Mother laughs) I was telling myself just this morning how exhausting it was, this perpetual battleoh, what a battle.
   So when you write of the victory, perhaps I too will do a victory dance!

0 1963-01-12, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   And if it were all noted down clearly, accurately, down to the last detail, it would be worth it, but just look (Mother shows a pile of papers beside her): work everywhere! Letters and letters! Three, four, five, ten, twenty every day, not to mention all the decisions I must make instantly and write on the spot. This morning I wrote four urgent notes like that when Nolini was here, and you saw how it was with Pavitra.
   And I cant say it isnt importantit is important, in that all those people depend on me. I cant make them overnight capable of receiving fully and clearly, without any external expression, all that I do. I cant ask them to transform themselves by a miracle, Ive got to help them!

0 1963-02-23, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Simply for want of training. If you train yourself, you remember quite well. There are small holes in the consciousness, gaps, and when you go through such a gap you forget. You may suddenly get a fleeting impression of something, and then it eludes youoh, its gone! Only, it takes a long time to train yourself; you shouldnt be in a hurry or too busy. I went through it at a time when I was bedridden for five months. I had nothing to do. (You cant keep reading all the timeduring those five months I read some eight hundred books no, nine hundred and fifty! But it tires the eyes.) So the rest of the time (you cant sleep too much either when youre in bed all the time), I trained myself: that was when I learned to have completely conscious nights. But its a discipline. When you wake up, either in the middle of the night or in the morning, dont budge, stay absolutely still, concentrated, very silent, and PULL the memory back. For one month, two months, you seem to get nowhere; after six months it begins to work; and eventually you remember everything. At the end, you do the opposite movement, in the sense that whenever you have an interesting dream, you wake up: you learn to wake up in the middle of the night every time you have a vision or a dream, or some activity (there are various cases), so that you can remember, and then you repeat it to your consciousness (once youre awake, you repeat it to yourself two or three or ten times, till youre certain not to forget), and then off you go again.
   But you cant do that if, when morning comes, you have to leap out of your bed and attend to fifty thousand pressing matters. It isnt indispensable for the yoga, not at all. Its a hobby, rather, something to amuse yourself with.
   (Satprem protests)
   Though it does happen. It happened this morning. Some people had left their daughter here; she has been here for the last four or five years, and all the while they didnt bother about her at all. She was in Mls dormitoryM. has been a real mother to her, she looked after her dresses and everything, her parents did nothing (I think they were sending their hundred rupees regularly, that was all, they didnt have a thought for their daughter). This little girls home was here. Then her parents came for the Darshan, they found their daughter not warm enough, not loving enough, that she far too much loved being hereconclusion: theyre taking her away. I found that so shameful! Shameful, so stupidly selfish.
   I tried to intervene in several ways. They had taken the little thing with themshe cried day and night, nonstop. Wont eat, cries all the time. And she says, I want to go back, I want to go back. I want to stay here, I dont want to go away.

0 1963-03-09, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   In the following conversation, Mother gave a very recent example of someone cured by the supramental force acting in the material mind: "After three warnings which he didn't heed, A. [a Paris disciple], one morning, found himself half-paralyzed. And the next day, it started spreading to the other side, the left side. At that point, he gave a callit struck him to see one side completely paralyzed and the other following suit, he saw himself going down, so he gave a call. And he says that inside a few minutes, a stupendous Force came into him and that Force said, "No!" And almost automatically, everything came to a stop. Nothing came over the left side, and the right side started to improve. And when I received the first telegram informing me that A. had to take to his bed because of an 'attack' (a 'heart attack,' they said, but it wasn't the heart, it was an embolism in the brain), with the telegram in my hands, I saw, written OVER the telegram's words: 'It's nothing, no need to worry'! So I said coolly, 'Oh' it's nothing, no need to worry.' (Mother laughs) Then the letter came with all the details: thrombosis, and so on. But he says he feels a Force [near Mother] that's not in his ordinary little life over there, he finds it makes all the differenceit's something which gives a LIFE that's not in his ordinary little life in France. Anyhow, this is something like a miracle."
   Just what presides over the "inevitability" of accidents, including gravitation, illness and death.

0 1963-03-23, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Its the same with people who get cured. That I know, to some extent: the Power acts so forcefully that it is almost miraculousat a distance. The Power I am very conscious of the Power. But, I must say, I find it doesnt act here so well as it does far away. On government or national matters, on the terrestrial atmosphere, on great movements, also as inspirations on the level of thought (in certain people, to realize certain things), the Power is very clear. Also to save people or cure themit acts very strongly. But much more at a distance than here! (Although the receptivity has increased since I withdrew because, necessarily, it gave people the urge to find inside something they no longer had outside.) But here, the response is very erratic. And to distinguish between the proportion that comes from faith, sincerity, simplicity, and what comes from the Power Some people I am able to save (naturally, in my view, its because they COULD be saved), this is something that for a very long time I have been able to foresee. But now I dont try to know: it comes like this (gesture like a flash). If, for instance, I am told, So and so has fallen ill, well, immediately I know if he will recover (first if its nothing, some passing trouble), if he will recover, if it will take some time and struggle and difficulties, or if its fatalautomatically. And without trying to know, without even trying: the two things come together.2 This capacity has developed, first because I have more peace, and because, having more peace, things follow a more normal course. But there were two or three little instances where I said to the Lord (gesture of presenting something, palms open upward), I asked Him to do a certain thing, and then (not very often, it doesnt happen to me often; at times it comes as a necessity, a necessity to present the thing with a commentfrom morning to evening and evening to morning I present everything constantly, thats my movement [same gesture of presenting something] but here, there is a comment, as if I were asking, Couldnt this be done?), and then the result: yes, immediately. But I am not the one who presents the thing, you see: its just the way it is, it just happens that way, like everything else.3 So my conclusion is that its part of the Plan, I mean, a certain vibration is necessary, enters [into Mother], intervenes, and No stories to tell, mon petit! Nothing to fill people with enthusiasm or give them trust, nothing.
   Three or four days ago, a very nice man, whom I like a lot, who has been very useful, fell ill. (He has in fact been ill for a long time, and he is struggling; for all sorts of reasons of family, milieu, activities and so on, he isnt taken care of the way he should be, he doesnt take care of his body the way he should.) He had a first attack and I saw him afterwards. But I saw him full of life: his body was full of life and of will to live. So I said, No need to worry. Then after some time, maybe not even a month, another attack, caused not by the same thing but by its consequences. I receive a letter in which I am informed that he has been taken to the hospital. I was surprised, I said, But no! He has in himself the will to live, so why? Why has this happened? The moment I was informed and made the contact, he recovered with fantastic speed! Almost in a few hours. He had been rushed to the hospital, they thought it was most serious, and two days later he was back home. The hospital doctor said, Why, he has received a new life! But thats not correct: I had put him back in contact with his bodys will, which, for some reason or other, he had forgotten. Things like that, yes, theyre very clear, they take place very consciously but anyway, nothing worth talking about!

0 1963-04-22, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Monday morning, 22 April 63
   I have just written a word to Mother to tell her that if I could, I would catch the first train home. When I arrived here, I got a horrible impression as never before, almost a panic. Everything was so terribly void and far away. Probably I have grown hypersensitive. If I were not afraid of yielding to that impression and if it werent rude to X, I would take noon train today. The new guest house is beyond description1: cement walls enclosed within cement walls; the plan is so wonderful that not a whiff of air can blow in here, nor can one see a single blade of grass. There are magnificent wrought-iron railings and openwork cement designs, but not even the most basic amenities. I absolutely refused to enter that sarcophagus, so they put me up in an adjoining house purchased by X and used as a garage. Its unspeakably filthy. It didnt even occur to them to offer me a mat. Finally they brought a bench for me to sleep on, which I refused. So much for the material conditions. I hope the body will get better. As soon as I can decently leave, I shall weigh anchor.

0 1963-05-03, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I forgot: immediately afterwards I swept everything clean. Except for what Ive just said, I dont remember what it was I dont remember what it was because I did NOT want it to exist. But it was horrible. And in the morning, there was such a painful impression! So I thought something was wrong over there, and when I received your letter, I understood. But it isnt limited to one person or another, one place or another: it seems to evoke a universal way of being, thats what troubles me. As if an entire way of being which Ive been resisting for for, well, more than seventy years at any rate, which Ive been keeping at arms length so it may no longer exist in a real way, as if it were all forced on me. Like a thing from a past that no longer has the right to exist.
   Afterwards, it got better. That night was the worst.
   But during the morning meditation, I was at a loss. Is it the symbol of a clinging to the past? Possible. But then there are plenty of people like that in the world, who cling to the past, plenty.
   The next morning, for an hour, I had an experience. Everything always happens as if it were in the body (but this body has become a kind of representative and symbolic object), it always takes place that way, whether its a sense of imminent death or a sense of perfect immortality. All that always takes place in the body it is the battlefield, it is the field of victory, it is the Defeat, it is the Triumph, it is everything. So I noted the experience down. (Mother hands a slip of paper to Satprem):
   The Lord is peaceful resignation,

0 1963-06-08, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Obviously, there was there must have been a cause for alarm, because as soon as I became conscious of the experience (it started before I became conscious of it; when I did, it seemed to me it had already been going on for a long time; so when I say three hours, it means three hours during which I was conscious, but it had started long before; it was around eleven at night and lasted till three in the morning), so the second I was made conscious of the thing, obviously there was a cause for alarm, because immediately I was told, You see, this is what is going on, and it was thanks to that ecstasy in the body that there was no alarm: Oh, things are fine, everything is fine. And when the experience was over, it didnt end like an experience exhausting itself; it ended as if, very slowly, the thing were, not exactly veiled to my consciousness, but as if my consciousness were turned away from it, with the feeling, Dont worry. At the start and at the end. All the same, when I woke up, I thought (because my head felt strange, there was a bizarre sensation as if I had become quite swollen! Swollen, inordinately swollen), I thought, Maybe when I get up tomorrow morning (I get up at 4:30), Ill find myself in a complete daze! Thats why I observed but everything was fine, there only remained that sort of feeling of being swollen. I feel (yet it was two nights ago, not last night), I feel as if my head were swollen! But the clear-headedness is the same as ever!! (laughing) Nothings been disturbed!
   On the contrary, there is a sort of like an acuteness, something more acute in the perception, a little bit ironic I dont know why. A magnified impression that all the things in the world are much ado about nothing, a lot of fuss about nothing Ive had that feeling for for centuries, I could say, but there is in addition something ever so slightly acute and ironic.

0 1963-06-15, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   This morning again, for a stretch of several hours (it started at the end of the night, between 3 and 4 oclock, and went on till 6:30 or 7 in the morning), there was a sensation of hanging in balance on a kind of ridge (gesture): you must be very careful, keep very quietnot immobile but quiet.
   It must be (on a much lower level) at such moments that you fall ill; when people fall ill, it must be (on their scale, of course, probably a very, very small scale), it must be due to that (gesture of precarious balance): they must be going from one moment to another, from one balance to another, and if they are not careful, they topple over. Then its IN the illness that they find a new harmony(laughing) either here or in another world!
   And all at once, it came so clearly, as though the Lord Himself were arranging something, and it was translated into, Give him a bath of the Lord. You understand, to make an atmosphere (no need to speak, no need for words), an atmosphere that is a bath of the Lord. So that all those who enter the atmosphere automatically enter the bath of the Lord. It was so lovely! And so simple, so smiling, nothing showy, no big words: something very simple and natural. So, early in the morning, I went to the room over there; I had many people to see beforehand, a host of people who came to see me in the morning, but nevertheless early in the morning I had already started preparing my bath of the Lord! I was finished seeing people about an hour before Nehrus arrival, so I stayed in the room, preparing the bath. It was very charming.
   He may have felt something they are very thick-skinned, you know, necessarily so: overworked, full of self-conceit, naturally, and convinced that they know everything and can do everything (and unfortunately they can do a lot), so the whole of life is organized so as to BLOCK all inner receptivity.

0 1963-06-19, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I was saying to myself, But whats the way to get out of here? I concentrated, became conscious again of the divine Presence, but there was something telling me, Nothing is responding, its not working. It was horrible. Nothing is responding, its not working; its not working, it cant change, nothing is responding; nothing is responding, its not working. I was there like that, with two or three people. I sat down (some rooms were higher than others and it made a difference in level between the terraces), I sat down on a ledge, questioning intensely within, What can I do? What can I do? Whats the way? What can I do? Wheres the lever? I was trying to find the lever for changing it all. But I was unable to find it. Suddenly, from the room at the end a little old man came out, very old, who gave the impression of an attachment to old things; just the same (he was all blue), just the same when he arrived (it must be the symbol of an old method or an old discipline), I told him, Ah, now that you are here, can you tell me the way out of this place? Whats the way to get free, the way out? That started him laughing: No, no! Theres no way, no way out, you must be content with what you have. Then he looked at that poor light above, which really didnt give much light at all, and he said (in a high-sounding tone): But in the first place, I came to tell you that you must put out that sun! I dont want that dazzling sun here. Ah! I thought, Thats what he calls a sun! I was so disgusted that finally I woke up. Something pulled me out abruptly. But with such a strong impressionso strong that I was gripped by anguish: What can be done to change that? The WAY, you see, the way was inadequateinadequate. That was the anguish: My own experience is inadequate, it has no effect THERE, so whats to be done? Whats to be done? What can be done? So thats how I was for hours this morning: Whats the way? Whats the way? Whats the way to change that darkness into light?
   It wasnt very cheering.
   Then in the morning, I asked myself, What? Is there still a lot like that? A world! A whole world, a mass of things. And that powerlessness in which you find yourself; which means that unless I am given the key, there is no way. That funny little old man, oh, he almost made me angry (I cannot get angry, but I was almost angry and thats what woke me up), I was indignant. Aah, aah (Mother takes the old mans rasping tone), so you want to get out of here?! But no one gets out of this place! And why do you want to get out? Theres no way to get out, cant you see that theres no getting out of here and why do you want to get out?! Anyway, I came to tell you, I only came to tell you to put out that sun! That dazzling sun, you know!
   I suppose people without solid heads become unhinged. Although truly, there is a remarkable Grace, because people are given a dose of experiences exactly according to their capacity. But this morning there was an hour an hour when I was absolutely conscious, absolutely conscious, and conscious of one single thing: the powerlessness the powerlessness to get out of Ignorance. The will to get out of Ignorance and the powerlessness to do so. It gave me a whole hour of tension.
   When I woke up, the tension was such that my head was like a boiling kettle; so immediately, I said, Lord, its Your concern, not mine; its not my business. And naturally, everything calmed down instantly.

0 1963-06-29, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Sri Aurobindo seems to have taken interest in the Popes successor because two nights ago (not in the night, at four in the morning), I was with him I spent a half hour with him (a half hour of OUR time, which is very long), he had just returned from a tour, in Italy especially. We didnt directly talk about it, but some people were there (there were all kinds of things, many things), and from his comments to this or that person, or on this or that, I knew he was returning from Italy, where he had gone for the nomination of the new Pope. And he said something like: Its the best that could be done under the present circumstances. That is, he appeared satisfied on the whole.
   I told you, didnt I, that I saw the death of Pope [John XXIII] without even knowing he was ill? One night, I suddenly saw in the mental atmosphere of the EARTH quite an awesome movement, that is to say, quite global: there were great mental waves (nothing but mental), great waves of anxiety, as though all human thought were very upset; but it wasnt the anxiety of the believers, it was a very global movement the earths mental atmosphere was stirring with great movements of upheaval and anxiety (Mother draws waves in the air). I thought, Whats happening? Whats happening that can so upset men? (as would happen, for instance, with a world war or events of that kind), Whats happening that can draw the attention of the whole earths atmosphere, its mental atmosphere? And the next day, I was told that just at that time, the Pope died. So I thought, Indeed!

0 1963-07-06, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   For some time (I mean a year or maybe a year and a half), I have quite often been seeing some very ugly faces pass before me, and also all kinds of queer objectsthings I didnt use to see formerly. I had seen ugly beings only once, when I was with Sri Aurobindo: during the day I caught a sort of influenza (it was more vital than physical), because I had attended and, so to say, presided over the festival of arms2 of the workers here. And they threw all their woes on me, asking to be protected, relieved and so onthere is a sort of spontaneous sincerity in those people, and I answered straightforwardly, without protecting myself. I didnt even think for a minute of protecting myself: I answered all of them (inwardly, of course). I came back inside. In the night, I had a frightful fever. But in the midst of that fever I was entirely conscious; I had the fever people call delirium, and I saw what delirium is: there were hordes of beings from the most material vital rushing at me with such violence! It was a real battle against an army of beings from the lowest, most material and also most violent vitalthey came in waves and I kept throwing them back (which probably people are unable to do): one wave and I threw them back, another wave and I threw them back, and so on the whole night long. I had a fantastic fever. Sri Aurobindo was there, sitting beside my bed, and I told him, Well, thats what gives what people call delirium. It attacks the cerebral region, its really a frightful battle. The next morning, I had an influenza that looked like typhoid fever I knew where it was coming from, I had seen it, I saw the whole thing, you understand.
   It happened once and then it was over: quite naturally the atmosphere gave protection. This time it had the same character, in the sense that twisted faces, very base instincts, very ugly things come and ENTER, which means there must be some work going on on that level, and for it to be done some contact is necessary (naturally when I have my white atmosphere around me, try as they may, they cannot touch it), but this time they entered. Well, I peered at the thing (laughing), not without some curiosity. (The first times, I was surprised, I thought, Why am I starting to see such ugly things! But then I soon understood it was because a work had to be done.) I peer at the thing with some curiosity, and I see I just have to do this (gesture like the flick of a feather duster), simply a little effortless movement and prrt! off it runs with fantastic speed.