I am an owl, bird of the night. I see everything. I know everything.
Oftentimes I think it is far better to listen for an answer, rather than talk out of an effort to create one.
Pluto is dead, I know as I observed the Terminator that was sent to kill it
The insistent drums were an unwelcome reminder of the existence of another world, wholly autonomous, with its own necessities and patterns. The message they were beating out, over and over, was for he...
Chaos is peaceful when you stand quietly & watch - we are eternal observers, reflecting both tiny & vast, singing infinitely within.
If all we had were roses, would the thorns then be beautiful?
You can only become the observer of life, if you can perceive the world with the mind and not with the sensory organs.
Be the compassionate observer. No labels, just unconditional compassion. Fun times pass, tough times pass. Compassion will be eternal.
Observe your internal and external world and rise above it.
I think writers, by nature, are more observers instead of participators.
An observer can’t tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.