“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
“It’s all arriving,
receiving loud and clear now.
Nature’s palette, pure.”
“There is a silence in you.
It is always here, constant and unmovable.
It is not doing anything.
Be aware of this.
It is simply here but it didn’t arrive.
You are not a person here.
In the silence itself, you are without history, name and form.
Recognise that space here now which simply is.
It underlies all activity,
but itself does not participate in any activity.
Notice and confirm this now,
and stay in your beautiful rest.”
“In the ancient meditation instructions, it is said that at the beginning thoughts will arrive one on top of another, uninterrupted, like a steep mountain waterfall. Gradually, as you perfect meditation, thoughts become like the water in a deep, narrow gorge, then a great river slowly winding its way down to the sea; finally the mind becomes like a still and placid ocean, ruffled by only the occasional ripple or wave.”
“It’s okay if I’m not
chapter you have
but I hope you
when you flip
back to the pages
I was still apart of.”