Born into colour

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Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour.

Rumi

All there is

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Practice is just hearing, just seeing, just feeling. This is what Christians call the face of God: simply taking in this world as it manifests. We feel our body; we hear the cars and birds. That’s all there is.

Charlotte Joko Beck.

photo nottsexminer

Sunday Quote: A place for mystery

dawn Jan 1

On the day of the Summer Solstice and the longest day of the year…

If we ever reach the point where we think we thoroughly understand who we are,

and where we come from,

we will have failed

Carl Sagan, 1934 – 1996 U.S. Astronomer and Cosmologist

Finding happiness inside…

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The main object of religion

is not to get a man into heaven

but to get heaven into him

Thomas Hardy

photo from Glendalough by katzegoesireland

Placing demands on ourselves

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What shuts down the heart more than anything is not letting ourselves have our own experience, but instead judging it, criticizing it, or trying to make it different from what it is. We often imagine there is something wrong with us if we feel angry, needy, dependent, lonely, confused, sad, or scared. We place conditions on ourselves and our experience: “If I feel like this, there must be something wrong with me. . . . I can only accept myself if my experience conforms to my standard of how I should be“. Psychological work, when practiced in a larger spiritual context, can help people discover that it is possible to be unconditional with themselves — to welcome their experience and hold it with understanding and compassion, whether or not they like it at any given moment.

John Welwood, Toward a Psychology of Awakening

photo Sheila Sund

An Easter Sunday Quote

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My eyes already touch the sunny hill

going far ahead of the road I have begun

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp

It has its inner light even from a distance

and changes us even if we do not reach it

into something else, which hardly sensing it, we already are.

Rainer Maria Rilke

photo: oregon department of transportation