mystery

The mystery of government is not how Washington works but how to make it stop.

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

Science can point out dangers, but science cannot turn the direction of minds and hearts. That is the province of spiritual powers within and without our very beginnings-powers that are the mysteries of life itself.

We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war than we know about peace, more about killing than we know about living.

"Growth is a greater mystery than death. All of us can understand failure, we all contain failure and death within us, but not even the successful man can begin to describe the impalpable elations and apprehensions of growth."

Nobody reads a mystery to get to the middle. They read it to get to the end. If it's a letdown, they won't buy anymore. The first page sells that book. The last page sells your next book.

Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.

Not now, but in the coming years, It may be in the better land, We'll read the meaning of our tears, And then, ah, then we'll understand. We'll catch the broken threads again And finish what we here began; Heaven will the mysteries explain, And then, ah, then we'll understand. We'll know why clouds instead of sun Were over many a cherished plan, Why song has ceased when scarce begun; 'Tis there sometime we'll understand. Why what we long for most of all Eludes so oft our eager hand, Why hopes are crushed and castles fall, Up there, sometime we'll understand. God knows the way; he holds the key; He guides us with unerring hand; Sometimes with tearless eyes we'll see, Yes, there, up there we'll understand. Then trust in God through all thy days; Fear not, for he cloth hold thy hand; Though dark thy way, still sing and praise, Sometime, sometime we'll understand.

In the garden the door is always open into the "holy" - growth, birth, death. Every flower holds the whole mystery in its short cycle, and in the garden we are never far away from death, the fertilizing, good, creative death.