Best Inspirational Quotes of 2013

(All quotes by the author. I am a fifty-seven year old poet living in Ireland. These are all quotes from Light on the Page since December 22nd 2012.)

1. Love every choice you have to make!
2. Be pleased with contradictions - they're life's way of explaining things.
3. Welcome in unexpected thoughts - they're what the angels send you.
4. Growth will come, even if you think you don't deserve it - self-esteem doesn't affect what you will receive..
5. Accept it when things stand still - nothing advances without gathering heart.
6. See the beauty in the stars!
7. Open the Aladdin's Cave of your soul - believe in the impossible..
8. Know that you can't be crushed - your inner self has its own elasticity and will rebound.
9. Treat other people as voyages into experience - no one is complete or finished.
10. Remember that you have been gathered out of the Whole - and will be returned to it one day.
11. Approach time as a jewel in the human eye - no series of accidents..
12. Your own angel-hood asks you to step into eternal life - no less!
13. The sun itself shelters your intentions - even though you don't know them yet.
14. For those who stop and look Light will appear with grace and patience.
15. Learn to rise from 'self' into 'whole', out of condemnation and into mercy.
16. Unlock your chest of failure - treat bad experiences as gold in the making.
17. Look for the inner course of history and accept its path - never the superficial.
18. Listen for the pealing bell of truth - listen with your wholeness, see with self..
19. Arguments and doubts dissolve when you admit the presence of the Good.
20. Think light instead of thoughts!
21. It can never be idle to search for your own soul or look for love.
22. Join the future - it's already falling like footsteps on your path.
23. The light will never leave you - even when your world seems small and choices few.
24. Understand that the universe will never cease to promise love.
25. Ask your angel about the small world and the large - any question at all.
26. Your secret self is the guide - beckoning, biding, hidden in plain sight.
27. The sun's eye is at home inside your mind - let it shine!
28. Be on earth to unveil, shine down and reveal - you are not meant to be invisible and unheard.
29. You are never complete or finished - death is not the end!
30. The Angel of our Times points you on the individual path.
31. There is no death - just a pause in space where everything holds..
32. Let your angel-form appear in your words.
33. In the darkest night love will fold light in your heart.
34. Go, where snow flows with fire - self comes from the impossible.
35. Recognize the angels in the tiniest sign.
36. Each nugget of gold in your soul reaches God - search for them!
37. Learn to laugh at your most absurd situations.
38. Look for light in place of shadow, warmth for cold, trust for fear.
39. Measure your success by the good of souls you've smiled at, raised up or cheered.
40. Find inspiration where there's emptiness - neither earth nor space are heartless.
41. Watch for the fruit and flower of love - they're the last to tire of life.
42. Dance before the clock chimes twelve - there's so much to be done!
43. Do your ears have enough conscience to hear what the birds are really saying?
44. Let the wind and rain tell you what prayer and faith mean.
45. Belong to the few who will sign their names to the new age.
46. Don't be ashamed to be foolish!
47. Return hope to the universe - it needs it as much as you.
48. A bird's song can drag from God praise for the very lowest and humblest.
49. Belief is winged - make yourself come true!
50. Look for the gold of the heavenly in earth or you will stand on a thin crust.
51. Nothing is what it seems - and it never was.
52. Sing where you glide and the thinnest ice beneath you will be strong enough.
53. Life will always return - despite your wrongs.
54. Your true nature is named in other worlds than this.
55. There is an invisible genie inside you - listen for his enchantments.
56. There will always be pain in love - it draws the sting from the world.
57. You may lose the union with someone who dies but never the unity.

 © Jay Landar 2013. All rights reserved

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Red

I've been finding sense and understanding of the universe through colors recently. In recent posts you'll discover blue, green, yellow and orange. Now I feel that I'm the man in the rainbow coat or that he is a real figure inside me. But when Red announced its presence in this progression of colors I felt a little bit overawed. I can't help giving it a capital letter. And yet for all its imposing strength red (small letter again!) can be quite elusive. It's never general and diffuse like green, its opposite, but always distinctive and purposeful. At first - in this inner poetic process - it presented itself as if bobbing into view, like a figure in a hat. Then the image refined itself and it became a felt hat. But then I realized that the 'felt' as worn on the head indicated feelings that had passed over into conceptions. The inward red of the heart contains deeper things: feelings kept alive for truth. And then it dawned on me that red in thinking and red in feeling call up something more immediate still: red in will. At this point I imagined I could see a red cape rippling behind me. The past, the present and the future are involved in this. The characteristic of willing is its commitment to the future: when you're engaged in an action you don't see yourself performing it. Hence the rippling of the red cloak is something others see, or which you imagine afterwards. And in true feeling - constancy, love and so on - the redness is a given: open but secret at the same time; not for everyone's eyes, and living in a kind of eternal present. That leaves the red in the felt hat. The word 'felt' is the key. The feeling is done and achieved, therefore the head can wear it: it belongs to the past and can be conceptualized. But once again it is the characteristic of a hat that you don't see it while it's on your head - thus red contrives to conceal itself again. At any given moment Red is an image of truth, constancy and purpose. And as a color it grows very close to expressing the soul's purpose. Therefore it deserves a special regard - a capital letter. The cloak, the hat, the blood of the heart, are quite strong pictures - for me at least - of its special quality. At any rate it holds a place of honor in the rainbow coat - which is not yet complete.  

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Lamplight

We might expect the new consciousness - if we expect it at all - to be infinitely muscular and equal to all the crises of our age. (And isn't it strange how people have stopped mythologizing 2012 now it's here?) There is always this reality gap between the fantasy of salvation and the demands it might make. It's precisely into this gap that the strong, muscular saviours will step. We are faced with choices between ideas, religions, regimes and somehow fail to trust the energy of our own longing - the longing for peace and truth and justice. These are not simply abstractions - they are powers to be found somewhere if we can keep our mind on them for long enough.

The bewildering truth (and it is bewildering) is that it's not power at all that establishes world harmony - it's not the rush of a 'new consciousness' or a 'great shift' and it's certainly not the control of a muscular ideology or dictator. (In this respect we're only substituting traditional authorities with more insidious belief systems.) Neither is it the rule of those who come like the lamb but have the heart of the wolf. Peace - if we can find it - is like the lamp at the end of a secluded passage. We have to be quite still to reach it. We have to go together, if possible, or at least come back for those who are left behind. The lamp holds no expectations - it doesn't promise to answer the darkness of the world. It's like a spring of clear water in a moss-lined cave. You can reach it and drink or not. Yet strangely this small lamp also stands above the whole world and fills every crevice with light. So much depends on not taking your eye off it - on not being trapped or lured or deceived by external powers.

Peace is not glamorous but it is glowing. And lastly this lamp knows every step of darkness you have ever taken. It has kept its eye on you unfailingly since time began. It's only demand is that you do the same.

Jay


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The Other Side of the River

I am forever trading places with my lost self on the other side of the river - only to realize that the sense of loss is itself misplaced. The river flows and in its currents a skein of colors, purple, blue and gold. Quite soon I see these colors rising on my page - the river brims here as well. The self I thought I left on the other shore is committing words to paper.

It's so hard to grasp the sense of this - that we are not alone. We may have faced loss, separation, failure in love but the spirit who abides on the other side of the river - seemingly - is simply looking for a way to smile from our eyes. I could say that this is the Christ who has come down from his cross; I could say that it is the higher self - at any event, once known never forgotten. It's no use to minutely examine life to find this presence. It's in the colors on the river.

So many people I would have called friends once have grown scales of mistrust. This is another reaction to water. Darkness foams against the world of light. But I know that you - the spirit on the other shore - will understand: our days apart are a fading dream. I find you again where none may speak: under the bank's green edge - purple, blue and grey in the watery seams and margins of life. I find you where people gather and speak, where something smiles from their eyes which is not ancient loss but which forgives the world its wrongness.

Jay


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A Faraway Flower

As I seek to cross the bridge of no making I know that I cannot go alone. For on the other side I will be One, and that is impossible unless there is unity. The arch is steep and sheer, the columns deep and the ascent as narrow as life's way. The apex-stone is a diamond, holding both sides. But what lets me cross is the fact that our hands are linked - two with two, crossing in the middle, to form an unbreakable figure of eternity.

Do I know who I will cross with? Whoever it is has gone along life's way with me. He or she is my making, my completion. The road shines behind us, the cool water's breath rises up. Who do I seek union with? My self, my eternal partner, my lover? On the other bank of the river the ground will welcome our feet, its green light deep and untroubled.

Take my hand and we will cross, our human stories twined in fairytale. There has been loss and distress, parting and sorrow. There has been the magical light of a faraway flower which holds our image. Who will I cross with? Who am I alone for? The crossing of the bridge is one part of the union. The far shore is another. What is un-separateness? Do we have a right to seek the unified? Must we not place hands on that diamond, cross and link arms together, understand that the bridge only comes from our own being?

Jay


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The Poetry of The Soul

You will never grow tired of the birds. My soul is also in the nest, conquering heights by instinct before the wings are even formed. How is this possible? Because instinct in the human being is constantly evolving out of one thing and into another. It is accompanied on the one hand by memory and on the other by aspiration. One contains depths, the other heights. This is the poetry of the soul - the spirit sings in a deep past and a high future. Instinct swells, joyously, rebelliously, in the nest of the present.

I ask myself, how do I know this? Well, it's visible when I stop looking. The energy and expenditure of life bring to the surface things which are apparent only when you are still. Thus youth and age both have their virtues. The one climbs mountains of aspiration before they are there, the other draws on deep reservoirs of memory. Instinct nourishes them both. But how can instinct elaborate these two things - as a bird elaborates its flight in the air - unless they are really there, unless they allude to realities? The deep glow of the past dawns on us in age because its truth grows closer - tipping us at last into the deepest reserve of memory, the spiritual light we emerged from at birth. Youth climbs in aspiration because it knows that the goal of flight is a real one - its very muscles tell it so.

Therefore, when I am still, the light of things past and things to be confirms itself in me. There is reassurance in this: in days of dullness and cloud the bird does not completely forget to sing. My friend the blackbird flies to the gable-end of the building opposite and pours out his heart - and mine - into the air. I know his meaning.

Jay


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