Martin Cosgrove Quotes

#1. In the bustling of the cities, forever surrounded by people and their chatter, we stand alone; an island of humanity. Build your raft, that you may drift into the heart and make real contact.

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#2. Lay still the business of the mind. Let its workers put down their tools and turn to face the glory of the midday Sun.

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#3. Playfulness: that infantile quality we sneer at whilst busying ourselves with intellect and seriousness. And misery.

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#4. Death is a concept for fatalists and fools. And dead people.

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#5. Wandering alone in the barrenness of foolishness, I hear the drip-drip of Wisdom and smile.

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#6. Stillness speaks not with mouth and tongue, but with the essential roar of Eternity itself.

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#7. I ache for silence - to step back into that stillness which birthed us all. To dissolve into No-thingness and discover what remains.

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#8. The Source is plain for all to see, but not with the eyes of the mind, for they are blinded to Truth.

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#9. Tis silence out of which all things arise and to silence all shall return.

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#10. Send me a message of hope from the core of Beingness. Better make it loud and bright so that it may be noticed by the dulled and deafened senses.

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#11. The seeming paradoxes of beauty and truth collide and individuality emerges from the debris. We spend our lifetimes dusting it down.

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#12. I am ripe. Ripe enough to hear your Truth. But shout it for one ear remains deaf.

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#13. For the length of time it takes to write a book, you need to believe that you're the only writer in existence; the only one who matters. You need to shut yourself away and allow the creativity to build up, not leak out through worry and comparisons and doubt.

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#14. When the right elements combine, anything is possible.

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#15. I dip my toe into the ocean of Joy and quickly withdraw it, afraid of the sea creatures of the mind.

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#16. From whence cometh the pounding of desire if not from the depths of loneliness?

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#17. I sit still and prepare for the Great Unravelling, but instead find further knots.

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