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The flower doesn’t dream of the bee
It blossoms and the bee comes
Mark Nepo
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The flower doesn’t dream of the bee
It blossoms and the bee comes
Mark Nepo
photo incidencematrix
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It is no easy matter to stop short at just seeing.
Mahasi Sayadaw.
photo blue plover
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Awareness is the centre of what we call ‘mind’, but normally of course, the mind is awareness plus regret, or longing, or analysis, or sidetrack and rumbling trains of thought moving forward, backwards – or anywhere except the simply open present. So it takes training, but with guidance and effort, the meditator centres on awareness as the feature of the mind that is constant, irreducible and needs no comment. Consequently, as awareness releases from these associated activities, it is revealed in its depth and warm beauty. It’s a given treasure.
Ajahn Sucitto, Mind out of Time
phto Laitche
And I have dreamed
of the morning coming in
like a bird through the window
not burdened by a thought
the light a singing
as I had hoped
Wendall Berry, The Design of the House
photo LiAnna Davis
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One day the sun admitted,
I am just a shadow.
I wish I could show you
The Infinite Incandescence
That has cast my brilliant image!
I wish I could show you,
When you are lonely or in darkness,
The astonishing Light
Of your own Being!
Hafiz
photo D Sharon Pruitt
