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How noiseless falls the foot of time!
Things fall apart;
the center cannot hold...
Everything is in motion. Everything flows. Everything is vibrating.
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Our vibration depends upon what we are thinking, feeling and acting. You have two choices, one is to flow with the chaotic frequencies of the world and feel hopeless, or decide what and how you want to feel.
Stability itself is nothing but a more languid motion.
Tessie allowed Milton to press his clarinet to her skin and fill her body with music. At first it only tickled her. But after a while the notes spread deeper into her body. She felt the vibrations penetrate her muscles, pulsing in waves, until they rattled her bones and made her inner organs hum.
All my work keeps going like a pendulum; it seems to swing back to something I was involved with earlier, or it moves between horizontality and verticality, circularlity, or a composite of them. For me, I suppose, that change is the only constant.
Offer a vibration that matches your desire rather than offering a vibration that keeps matching what-is.
Weightless and endless. Timeless and restless. Hopelessly breathless
The world is in motion, as it seems.
No matter what the power source is, a sinusoidal pattern will always remain the same. Similarly, our lives have a certain pattern and that's of happiness and sorrow. We feel that we are in control of things and everything is going according to plan but life is again following a pattern.
Revolutions are infinite.
All is flux, nothing stays still
Thus doth the ever-changing course of things
Run a perpetual circle, ever turning;
And that same day, that highest glory brings,
Brings us unto the point of back-returning.
When systems come to be far from points of equilibrium, they reach bifurcation points, wherein multiple, as opposed to unique, solutions, to instability become possible.
The shushing of the waves was the heartbeat of the world, ever present, seldom noticed, and linking every moment together from before there was life to now.
There's rises and falls and ups and downs in all music.
A thing is stable until it's not.
I think people who vibrate at the same frequency, vibrate toward each other. They call it - in science - sympathetic vibrations.
lurches forward like a charging rhino,
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
If one thing got off rhythmically, everything would collapse.
Everything flows, nothing stays still.
All things are in a state of flux.
My life is spent in perpetual alternation between two rhythms,
the rhythm of attracting people for fear I may be lonely
and the rhythm of trying to get rid of them
because I know that I am bored.
Relaxation Revolution. In
Ocean waves gently rock the boat,
As if to the tune of a lullaby.
She sits still as the boat silently floats
Under the infinite blue sky.
The wheel weaves as the wheel wills
Now all oscillatory movements of such an electron can be conceived of as being split up into force, and two circular oscillations perpendicular to this direction rotating in opposite directions.
The world balanced on the edge of a knife, slipping, slipping, slipping.
Ax: 100 Every thing doth naturally persevere in yt state in wch it is unlesse it bee interrupted by some externall cause, hence ... [a] body once moved will always keepe ye same celerity, quantity & determination of its motion.
Down the blue night the unending columns press
In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow
one motion of individual want sends trembles around a circle of dependents, until the whole helpless ring knocks and shakes like a tray of wineglasses in an unsteady waiter's hands. Any music they make is random, involuntary and brief; one can't be still unless they all are, and they never are.
Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.
Giving never moves in a straight line - it always moves in circles.
Circles, like the soul, are neverending and turn round and round without a stop
What I am seeking ... is a motionless movement, something equivalent to what is called the eloquence of silence ...
The wheel goes round and round and round forever. Pleasure, pain, birth and death, lifetime after lifetime, it is endless. All sentient beings experience this, the endless dance of life, the lila.
There was some rhythm, some ecstasy in this dance of flight that expressed the fact that happiness which touches depths and rises beyond physical confines is as old as consciousness, yet ever renewed, and is like the glorying flight of the birds
Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.
The more excited I get, the more I vibrate."
"Now there's a thought," Lor says.
"If you mean what I think you mean, you want to shut the fuck up and never think it again," Ryodan says.
Have you ever observed a humming-bird moving about in an aerial dance among the flowers
a living prismatic gem that changes its colour with every change of position.
From that moment the pendulum went into reverse
Sound consists of an undulating motion of the air.
The Earth never ceases to spin. All life is dancing : The trees, the wind, the sea. Keep dancing for the rest of your life.
There is a rise after every fall.
Beat, beat, pause. Contract, expand. Inhale, exhale.
Stand firm, don't flutter!
Explosive bifurcation is the sudden transition that wrenches the system out of one order, and into another.
At the very center of our being is rhythmic movement, a cyclic expansion and contraction that is both in our body and outside it, that is both in our mind and in our body, that is both in our consciousness and not in it.
Daily it is forced home on the mind of the biologist that nothing, not even the wind that blows, is so unstable as the level of the crust of this earth.
On motionless wing they emerge from the lifting mists, sweep a final arc of sky, and settle in clangorous descending spirals to their feeding grounds. A new day has begun on the crane marsh.
If everybody floated with the tide of talk, placidity would soon end in stagnation. It is the strong>strongstrong> backward stroke which stirs the ripples, and gives animation and variety.
You've never heard of Chaos theory? Non-linear equations? Strange attractors? Ms. Sattler, I refuse to believe you're not familiar with the concept of attraction.
The human body is a machine that winds up its own springs: it is a living image of the perpetual motion.
Vibration is the core of the spirit. It is the breath of life.
Now it is as if she can hear the pendulum in the air in front of her: that huge golden bob, as wide across as a barrel, swinging on and on, never stopping. Grooving and regrooving its inhuman truth into the floor.
There is rhythm in chaos - even within the cacophony of the mind.
The wheel goes round and round, some are up and some are on the down, and still the wheel goes round.
Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.
We rise up
And we fall down
Only to rise again
My heart stirring this way and that like so much hot soup,
Do not confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps
moving but does not make any progress.
In nature nothing is at standstill, everything pulsates, appears and disappears. Heart, breath, digestion, sleep and waking - birth and death - everything comes and goes in waves. Rhythm, periodicity, harmonious alternation of extremes is the rule. No use rebelling against the very pattern of life.
When everyone zigs, zag
The orb allows for constant dynamic feedback.
I dance. I ripple. I am thrown over you like a net of light. I lie quivering flung over you.
Only the peak feels so sound and stable that the beginning of the falling is hidden for a little while ...
It had a very long pendulum, and the pendulum swung with a slow tick-tock that set his teeth on edge, because it was the the kind of delibrate, annoying ticking that wanted to make it abundantly clear that every tick and every tock was stripping another second off your life.
As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.
When you are in vibrational harmony, your body produces whatever it needs to remain in perfect balance.
Like chaos in a glass cage.
Let my notes, like the most sensitive seismograph, record the curve of even the most insignificant vibrations of my brain: for it is precisely such vibrations that are sometimes the forewarning of...
Sun-struck,
stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes stands
as if considering how to cool avian plastic,
dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;
how take flight on dayglow flap-
doodle wings, no matter
if it is ball-bald going nowhere fast.
All motion in this universe is in the form of waves, successively rising and falling.
Everything flows out and in; everything has its tides;
all things rise and fall; the pendulum-swing manifests
in everything; the measure of the swing to the right,
is the measure of the swing to the left; rhythm
compensates
The flute of the infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is love.
Whether the people are happy or not in their lives, they have learned to keep steadily moving, moving all the time.
My mind rebels at stagnation.
Describe a circle, stroke its back and it turns vicious.
lilting cadence,
To stand still is to regress.
Let movement go on, and the condition of rest will gradually arise.
Currents of energy shimmer through our bodies. Like shooting stars, we rocket through spacious stillness. But this silent, unmoving background is nothing like the granite ideas we use trying to take root in groundless soil.
But I am going to keep going. I am going to soar, and soar, and break away - up, up, up into the thundering noise and the wind, like a bird being sucked into the sky.
We move in spasms.
The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from the ruffles of her dress to the incessant play of her fingers.
There's no way to move without making waves.
Move in time with life; be in perfect accord with its changing music
I should point out, however, that at first some difficulty was experienced in observing the phenomena predicted by the theory, owing to the extreme smallness of the variations in the period of oscillation.
The Earth spins once a day. It goes around the sun once a year. The moon goes round the earth every 28 days. Your heart beats in a rhythm particular only to you. Everything has its drumbeat and everything contributes to the dance. You've just got to know when to lead and when to follow.
On and on eternally
Shall your altered fluid run,
Bud and bloom and go to seed;
But your singing days are done
The road whinnies and rears up. The sky gallops.
You are permanent within me in this chaos.
Somewhere deep in my mind you shine forever, without
moving, silent, like the angel awed by death,
or like the insect burying itself
in the rotted heart of a tree.
The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand ...
Enthusiasm is everything. It must be taut and vibrating like a guitar string.
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
A dance to the music of time.
To keep on going, you have to keep up the rhythm.
The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.