heaven

You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, or a hell of heaven.

i discovered a new thing in the Lord's Prayer that kind of hit me.  "on earth as it is heaven" to me it means whatever you take out into the world is what you're going to draw out.  like those days when you're all yang and no yin, and you're fighting with people inside, and you can't calm yourself down, and suddenly you're pulled over by the cops.  everything goes wrong in the same day because you created it.  so, if you get heaven within you, it'll be all around you.  if hell is within you, it'll be around you.  it's always created here first.

The kingdom of heaven is spread out across the earth, only people don't see it.

The Self is hidden in the lotus of the heart.
Those who see themselves in all the creatures go
day by day into the world of Brahman hidden
in the heart. Established in peace, they rise
above body consciousness to the supreme
light of the Self. Immortal, free from fear, this
Self is Brahman, called the True. Beyond the
mortal and the immortal, he binds both worlds
together. Those who know this live day after
day in heaven in this very life.

I urge one and all to live this life as if there is no reward in the afterlife and to do it in a moral way that makes it better for you and for those around you, and that leaves this world a little better place than when you found it.

He who carries God in his heart bears heaven with him wherever he goes.

Revere your teacher as you revere Heaven.

Isaac of Syria:"Try to enter your treasure house and you will see the treasure house of Heaven;To him who knows himself knowledge of all things is given.For knowing oneself is the fulfillment of the knowledge of all things"

The anguish of my life here - its rages - is hardly mentioned...There is violence there and anger never resolved.  I live alone, perhaps for no good reason, for the reason that I am an impossible creature, set apart by a temperament I have never learned to use as it could be used, thrown off by a word,a glance, a rainy day, or one drink too many.  My need to be alone is balanced against my fear of what will happen when suddenly I enter the huge empty silence if I cannot find support there.  I go up to Heaven and down to Hell in an hour, and keep alive only by imposing upon myself inexorable routines...It may be outwardly silent here but in the back of my mind is a clamor of human voices, too many needs, hopes and fear.  I hardly ever sit still without being haunted by the "undone"...