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He who binds to himself a joy
William Blake
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.
He who binds to himself a joy
William Blake
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.
Relax and be present with yourself. This is not an active looking for something but a receptive availability to what is here. Without agenda, awareness is open to what is. No selection, no bias, no editing. Everything is as it is and we get it all as it is. The infinite moment is full and empty.
James Low
Relax and be present with yourself. This is not an active looking for something but a receptive availability to what is here. Without agenda, awareness is open to what is. No selection, no bias, no editing. Everything is as it is and we get it all as it is. The infinite moment is full and empty.
James Low
For 'THIS' there is no explanation.
No explanation is infinite beauty.
‘How and Why’ hides all that.
Jim Newman
For 'THIS' there is no explanation.
No explanation is infinite beauty.
‘How and Why’ hides all that.
Jim Newman
I can go around saying, ‘There’s no me.’
Jerry Katz
Or I can claim, ‘There IS a me.’
When the energy of both statements has died, what remains has nothing to do with either one.
I can go around saying, ‘There’s no me.’
Jerry Katz
Or I can claim, ‘There IS a me.’
When the energy of both statements has died, what remains has nothing to do with either one.
The only problem with being is communicating it, the insufficiency of language. We all intuitively know and effortlessly are the living actuality, but try and communicate and describe it and the confusion begins.
The only problem with being is communicating it, the insufficiency of language. We all intuitively know and effortlessly are the living actuality, but try and communicate and describe it and the confusion begins.
The apparent world out there is you, is in you as you are in it, or rather, there’s no outside or inside, just a seamless continuum – no edges delineating this or that.
Even these words do not stand apart as commentary, are not separate, yet fail to articulate themselves just as eyes cannot apprehend themselves or a ruler fails to measure itself.
The apparent world out there is you, is in you as you are in it, or rather, there’s no outside or inside, just a seamless continuum – no edges delineating this or that.
Even these words do not stand apart as commentary, are not separate, yet fail to articulate themselves just as eyes cannot apprehend themselves or a ruler fails to measure itself.
There’s no philosophy or metaphysics here. Just what is evident, what is apparent, and that is infinitely rich and mysterious enough!
There’s no philosophy or metaphysics here. Just what is evident, what is apparent, and that is infinitely rich and mysterious enough!
Around and around we go on the merry go round of thoughts, ideas and beliefs, yet never move from exactly where we have, are and always will be; right here, right now as unrestrained aliveness.
Around and around we go on the merry go round of thoughts, ideas and beliefs, yet never move from exactly where we have, are and always will be; right here, right now as unrestrained aliveness.