Posted by: Stephen Paul | August 21, 2014

Moving through this mindfield

As you can walk
through a busy marketplace
and not touch or speak
to a single person,
in the same way you can move through this mind field
and yet not get entangled
with any thought activity.
Such a one moves
without trace
and is called a Buddha.

Mooji

Posted by: Stephen Paul | August 19, 2014

Now is right on time

Posted by: Stephen Paul | August 18, 2014

Relax right now

Let go of what has passed.

Let go of what may come.

Let go of what is happening now.

Don’t try to figure anything out.

Don’t try to make anything happen.

Relax, right now, and rest.

Tilopa

Posted by: Stephen Paul | August 17, 2014

Lost time?

 

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time (from Gitanjali)

By Rabindranath Tagore
(1861 – 1941)

English version by Rabindranath Tagore

 

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.
Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.
I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

Posted by: Stephen Paul | August 7, 2014

Put your load down

A passenger in a train keeps his load on the head by his own folly.

Let him put it down: he will find the load reaches the destination all the same.

Similarly, let us not pose as the doers, but resign ourselves to the guiding Power.

Sri Ramana Maharshi

Posted by: Stephen Paul | August 1, 2014

Now I am at rest mountains are mountains again

Before I had studied Zen for thirty years,<br /><br />
I saw mountains as mountains, and waters as waters.</p><br />
<p>When I arrived at a more intimate knowledge,<br /><br />
I came to the point where I saw<br /><br />
that mountains are not mountains, and waters are not waters.</p><br />
<p>But now that I have got its very substance I am at rest.</p><br />
<p>For it’s just that I see<br /><br />
mountains once again as mountains,<br /><br />
and waters once again as waters.</p><br />
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Before I had studied Zen for thirty years,
I saw mountains as mountains, and waters as waters.

When I arrived at a more intimate knowledge,
I came to the point where I saw
that mountains are not mountains, and waters are not waters.

But now that I have got its very substance I am at rest.

For it’s just that I see
mountains once again as mountains,
and waters once again as waters.

Seigen Ishin

Posted by: Stephen Paul | July 29, 2014

The world reflects your inner state

First sort yourself out by understanding what you truly are,

through recognising what you are not

and your world, a projection of your psyche,

will become increasingly beautiful and peaceful,

for the world is nothing but the reflection of your inner state.

Mooji

Posted by: Stephen Paul | July 23, 2014

The meaning of life

At dawn I asked the Lotus
the meaning of life?
Slowly she opened her hand,
with nothing in it.

Posted by: Stephen Paul | July 14, 2014

Life of a silent witness

Ballet

For the silent witness,

life is a continual,

constantly changing

symphony of sounds,

a living ballet

of captivating sights,

simply enjoyed without

criticism or judgment,

from a perfect seat

at center stage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted by: Stephen Paul | July 1, 2014

How beautiful and rare to find one who is free

How beautiful and rare to find one who is free of intentions, desires and needs.
One who has come to that state which is not driven by the urge to control existence or become anything.
One’s mind comes to a beautiful place of openness, silence and peace.
In fact, one does not create such a state;
one simply stops identifying with the projections of the conditioned mind
and so comes to recognise and be one’s true nature.

Mooji

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