Bhakti means love, and love is only another name for joy. Joy arises when the restlessness of the mind is stilled. Creating a still mind is called yoga. Through yoga knowledge arises.
— Baba Muktananda, Bhagawan Nityananda of Ganeshpuri, p. 25
Bhakti means love, and love is only another name for joy. Joy arises when the restlessness of the mind is stilled. Creating a still mind is called yoga. Through yoga knowledge arises.
— Baba Muktananda, Bhagawan Nityananda of Ganeshpuri, p. 25
Even something that appears to have no tangible value at all (a glance, word, gesture, or paisa) can be a vehicle for the highest attainment, if it is looked at with the right understanding.
— Anonymous observation from a Siddha Yoga student
If you have time to breathe, you have time to meditate.
–Ajahn Cha
Thanks to Barbara Zuccarello
― Albert Einstein
Thanks to Kate Williams for this.
On the Path, to hide from “reality” is the only sin; again and again allow the mind to become still.
I realized this as I meditated on nature this morning. When my mind was still, I felt enrobed and penetrated by the exquisiteness of clouds, birds, wind in the trees. When the mind began to move, that state disappeared. As Yogi Bhajan used to say, “Keep up!’
“If you can’t see God in all, you can’t see God at all.” — Yogi Bhajan
Today I am focusing on doing one thing at a time. It breaks a pattern I have of moving from one task to another in a kind of “as inspired” fashion. I require of myself that I stop at the beginning and ending of a task I have decided to do– to check in on myself. What I am already discovering is that I am more present and aware. I have taken a committed position and followed through.
Mindfulness is something I have been working on, and this really helps!
I am God’s Lion,
not the lion of passion….
I have no longing
except for the One.
When a wind of personal reaction comes,
I do not go along with it.
~ Rumi
Each morning, as I meditate on Nature, I try to discern the message that Nature has for me. This morning the sky at sunrise was torquoise. There were puffy, satiny coral clouds, through which a jet was inscribing a straight line. I was drawn to notice the contrast between the curvaceous lines of Nature and the straight line drawn by the jet. Then a tiny bug flew right in front of me. His path was slightly meandering, although headed in a definite direction. He was being true to his own nature.
It occurred to me that in order to truly be in the world with the eyes open, I must not be hiding who I am. I must be brave enough to be myself. Otherwise, the fear that hiding conveys also obscures my own vision of the Truth.
There is a “not knowing” surrounding all knowing that stretches as the sky between the stars.