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Can we take responsibility for the quality of our own mind instead blaming others?
Hurt people hurt people.
Can we take responsibility for the quality of our own mind instead blaming others?
Hurt people hurt people.
If we attend fully in this moment we cannot help but allow everything equally. There can be no silence without noise, no stillness without movement, no peace without chaos. Allow everything yet cling to nothing.
If we attend fully in this moment we cannot help but allow everything equally. There can be no silence without noise, no stillness without movement, no peace without chaos. Allow everything yet cling to nothing.
Our lives change whether we want them to or not. Can we let go of the futile desire to control life and allow life to live us as it was always going to before we got in the way.
Our lives change whether we want them to or not. Can we let go of the futile desire to control life and allow life to live us as it was always going to before we got in the way.
There is nothing to understand but everything and nothing to know.
There is no problem to solve, just everything and nothing to experience.
To know the ‘why’ go beyond it, leave it behind and simply ‘be’ without reason. To really not know and be whole, complete, indivisible.
Recognising the infinite, the absolute… being it… at home, at rest, whole, integrated yet nowhere at all.
There is nothing to understand but everything and nothing to know.
There is no problem to solve, just everything and nothing to experience.
To know the ‘why’ go beyond it, leave it behind and simply ‘be’ without reason. To really not know and be whole, complete, indivisible.
Recognising the infinite, the absolute… being it… at home, at rest, whole, integrated yet nowhere at all.
Can we see that awareness is the one and only constant in our life. It allows everything to happen, to come and go. It’s all we can rely upon. No thought, no feeling, no image, no story, no person has the omnipresent quality of unbounded, open, empty yet abundant awareness.
Can we see that awareness is the one and only constant in our life. It allows everything to happen, to come and go. It’s all we can rely upon. No thought, no feeling, no image, no story, no person has the omnipresent quality of unbounded, open, empty yet abundant awareness.
Our common shrine can be the open, boundless, indivisible awareness that is always right here, right now.
Our common shrine can be the open, boundless, indivisible awareness that is always right here, right now.
With peace of mind we find ourselves at home everywhere.
With peace of mind we find ourselves at home everywhere.
May we raise children who love the unloved things
May we raise children who love the unloved things – the dandelion, the worms and spiderlings. Children who sense the rose needs the thorn & run into …
May we raise children who love the unloved things.
May we raise children who love the unloved things
May we raise children who love the unloved things – the dandelion, the worms and spiderlings. Children who sense the rose needs the thorn & run into …
May we raise children who love the unloved things.
The ability for two people to be together in each other’s company, in complete silence and total ease, without any desire to speak or express, yet allowing for the possibility of anything is evidence of a deep connection, a fundamental lack of separation. Perhaps the truest love there is.
The ability for two people to be together in each other’s company, in complete silence and total ease, without any desire to speak or express, yet allowing for the possibility of anything is evidence of a deep connection, a fundamental lack of separation. Perhaps the truest love there is.
What is here now?
The warmth of the sun but no face
Cold air but no skin
The world moving past and through
But no doing
Myriad sounds but no ears
There is just feeling, seeing, hearing, sensing — awaring with no centre, no interpretation, nothing to start, nothing to stop.
A perpetual unfolding
Just the world exactly as it is, as given, as presented, as we are
What is here now?
The warmth of the sun but no face
Cold air but no skin
The world moving past and through
But no doing
Myriad sounds but no ears
There is just feeling, seeing, hearing, sensing — awaring with no centre, no interpretation, nothing to start, nothing to stop.
A perpetual unfolding
Just the world exactly as it is, as given, as presented, as we are