#cosmos

Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.

It is the Mother of all things under heaven. I do not know its name, but I call it Tao.

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.

You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean.

You are that vast thing that you see far, far off with great telescopes.

Don't take yourself so damn seriously. The cosmos is laughing with you, not at you.

You are the eyes through which the cosmos gazes upon its own glory.

In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.

You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.

External nature is only internal nature writ large.

The rhythm of the heart matches the music of the cosmos.

The quiet heart hears the music of the cosmos.

The quiet heart reflects the cosmic harmony.

You are the deathless light of the cosmos.

The universe is not static; it is a dynamic symphony of divine energy.

The cosmos is a tapestry woven of light, life, and love.

The cosmic harmony is ever singing its glorious song.

The earth is supported by the power of truth; it is the power of truth that makes the sun shine and the winds blow.

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.

Forget the years, forget distinctions. Leap into the boundless and make it your home!

The sage leans on the sun and moon, tucks the universe under his arm, and merges with the seamless whole.

He who knows the joy of Heaven lives with Heaven's quiet rhythm; in death he changes form with the cosmos.

The sage hides the world in the world, so that nothing can ever be lost.

And is not that which sings and contemplates in you still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space?

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who among you does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the center of his being?

When love touches the heart, the tongue forgets its disputes and sings in harmony with the cosmos.

The cup of wine in the hand of the sage is the mirror that reflects the whole universe.

Keeping your body healthy is an expression of gratitude to the whole cosmos—the trees, the clouds, everything.

In every breath, the entire cosmos breathes with you.