“It starts with free fall, and then it gets steeper and steeper”, said a norwegian downhill skier on the telly just now. That’s equally true for spiritual awakenings…, I found myself thinking.
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Photo by Mari L.
How far are you willing to stray away from Truth in order to get what you think you need to survive? Are you willing to bet your life on what you believe in?
I wrote a litte bit about vulnerability in an earlier post, and here’s a few more notes on the same subject…
In meditation this morning there was an ungraspable sense of an intriguingly subtle shift happening… a deepening of sorts; almost like something giving way, shifting the center and causing the gravitational pull to find new ways to move…
A wonderful moment of clarity happened yesterday, while I was rewatching the film Twilight…
The knowing of it was there already, and yet the realisation itself came like a flash of light, and with a curious sense of freshness. I can still sense it, almost like a fragrance lingering… much too subtle to grasp, yet undeniably there… Here’s what was seen:
Even just one single moment of true love is eternal love.
This very moment is for ever.
The past and the future only exist in the present.
Now and forever, same same.
Simply One.
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om namah shivaya
It’s been a quiet, lovely Maha Shivratri lasting for several days now. Silent sittings, live satsang online with Adya, re-reading selected parts from some of my favourite spiritual books, fasting, watching clouds of sugandhi sambrani fill the room, and staying awake all night while sipping chai and listening to mantras and music that gently expands the heart…
Photo by Leelawadee
there’s a willingness arising, to be equally foolish and wise… gears slipping into neutral; a slightly clunky yet undeniable shift… ♥
Have courage, my friend!
»The problems may still be there, but unhappiness is bound to disappear.«
om mani padme hum
Letting out a sigh of content, I’m cosying up on the sofa with a mug of chai, having spent most of the day in my hammock on the balcony. After truly savouring the last few chapters of Maggie O’Farrell’s latest novel (The Hand that First Held Mine, an absolutely wonderful read!), I revisit some of my own spontaneous writings from my recent stay in India, and find a bit that I think might be nice to share here.
Quietly breathing through the bittersweetness of Shiva's tough love; discovering the art of becoming empty, disentangled, being undone... ॐ
ooh!! dharma!! beginning good ... middle good... end good...
"It's all stardust, equally so."~ Adyashanti
Quietly breathing through the bittersweetness of Shiva's tough love; discovering the art of becoming empty, disentangled, being undone... ॐ