Pilgrim, pass by that which you cannot love. Travel Quotes "A traveler. I love his title. A
traveler is to be reverenced as such. His profession is the best
symbol of our life. Going from--towards; it is the history of
every one of us." Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry,
and narrow-mindedness." "A great traveler...is a kind of
introspective; as she covers the ground outwardly, so she advances
fresh interpretations of herself inwardly. Thus the paradox: The easier it becomes
to travel widely, on the wings of supersonic jets and via the
Internet, the harder it becomes to travel wisely. We are left
with plenty of frequent-flier miles and passport stamps, but
the gnawing suspicion grows that our travel lacks something vital.
T.S. Eliot was driven to ask of the modern age Pilgrams are poets who create by taking
journeys. We thirst at first. We live but a fraction of our lives. We are impoverished in our longing and
devoid of imagination when it comes to our reaching out to others....We
need to be introduced to our longings, because they guard our
mystery." "Above all, do not lose your desire
to walk. Every day, I walk myself into a state of well-being
and walk away from every illness; I have walked myself into my
best thoughts." "Never trust a thought that didn't
come by walking." Long ago in Cracow, there was pious but very poor rabbi named Eisik, son of Jekel. While just living his days, Eisik one night had a dream that told him to go to Prague, which was a long way away from Cracow, many days' journey. Eisik was shown a bridge that lead to the royal castle, and under that bridge was a chest full of gold. Eisik woke the next morning, and disregarded the dream. "Who can believe dreams, anyway." The next night, he had the same dream,
underneath the bridge in Prague was a hidden treasure. Eisik
woke again, laughing at himself. "I should just be happy
with what I have. What is the use of all this dreaming." The captain shook his head at the Rabbi. "Dreams, who can believe them? Here I am, the father of a sick boy, who has no medicine for him to get well. And I have dreams of gold all the time. Why, just last night I dreamed about some joker named Eisik, son of Jekel. This Eisik had a chest of gold buried in the ground outside of his house, behind his stove, and he didn't even know about it." "I am Eisik, son of Jekel," the Rabbi said, astonished. "I will go back to my home and look in the ground there. You look under the bridge, and then we can share whatever we find!" The captain agreed, and Eisik went home
and sure enough he found a chest full of gold, right outside
his house, behind his stove. His life of poverty was over, his
life had indeed changed. Not forgetting about the captain, he
went back to Prague, this time in a fine coach pulled by six
white horses. The captain saw the rabbi come, and he wept when
he saw the gold. "Now," the rabbi said, his own eyes
full of tears, "you can buy medicine for your son." "I have lived on the lip of insanity,
wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been
knocking from the inside." "The world is a traveler's inn." "Whatever you can do, or dream you
can, begin it. "The journey of a thousand miles
begins with a single step." "You cannot travel the path until
you have become the path." "The Wayless Way," said Meister Echhart, "where the Sons of God lose themselves and, at the same time, find themselves." When a monk asked, "What is the Tao?" Master Ummon replied, "Walk on." "One comes in order to return, not
in order to stay; one fills oneself with the sacredness transpiring
from the relics and one departs home." "Carefully observe the way your
heart draws you and then choose that way with all your strength." "We are all pilgrims on our own
quests, like it or not, deny it or not. The structure of life
is so." "Welcome, Oh life! I go to encounter
for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge
in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race." "There came a day when the clouds
drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and
I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
" "It's not so much what you do, it's
how you do it." "Renew thyself completely each day;
do it again, and again, and forever again." "I enter the temple, seek the dream
world of "The word sacred comes from sacrifice,
to cut up. That means that in order to have a sacred journey,
you have to give up something, sacrifice; but few people today
in the West want to hear about that. Americans want the boon
without the labyrinth
.Pilgrimage starts the wheel, it turns
the wheel of samsara, the wheel of life, and we have to live
with the consequences." "Furthermore, we have not even to
risk the adventure alone, for the heories of all time have gone
before us. The labyrinth is thoroughly known. We have only to
follow the thread of the hero path, and where we had thought
to find an abomination, we shall find a god. And where we had
thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves. Where we had
thought to travel outward, we will come to the center of our
own existence. And where we had thought to be alone, we will
be with all the world." "Experience is not what happens
to you, it is what you do with what happens to you." "If fate throws a knife at you,
you can catch it either by the blade or the handle." Imagine the surprise of frontiersman
Daneil Boone when he was asked if he had ever been lost. "No,"
he replied shyly, "But I was bewildered once for three days." "It's not the road ahead that wears
you out-it's the grain of sand in your shoe." Eternal God, You are our shield,
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