When the mind is rapt in the muladhara (the kanda), the navel, the heart, the throat, the palate, the space between the eyebrows, the forehead, or anywhere else inside up to the brahmarandra; when it is steadied in ether, in water, in forests, or somewhere else in the outer creation, then the supreme light blazes in the heart.
— Baba Muktananda, Nothing Exists Without Siva, p. 85, (Vijnanabhairava 30)
There are a lot of things we need. One of these needs is that for the mind to work for you for the whole day, it must be fresh and clear; it must be made livable. That is why it is a requirement to rise early in the morning when nobody can disturb you, when you can be yourself.
–Yogi Bhajan, July 4, 1982
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
~W.B. Yeats
Waning Half Moon in Taurus — Monday
Lammas — Friday
“On Lammas, Summer thrives, fully ripe. Are you ready to taste the First Fruits? We’ve reached the peak of our toil to bring our seeds, lives, dreams and causes to fruition. All gardens of life, worked with skill and love or ignorance and fear, hint of the harvest. The Wheel turns. We’re descending into dark even as the sun still glows. We’re hovering between hopes and fears in the swelter of August. With results uncertain in singular and collective lives, the task now is to Trust. In circle, unwind and sing! Chant fears into silly songs and sing hopes, sweet and wistful. Don’t be fooled into anxiety, which only creates more of itself. Better to relax and Play! Enjoy the warmth of the second half of Summer.”
Marion Spadone
“The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.”
-Rabindranath Tagore
As a bird soars high
In the free holding of the wind,
Clear of the certainty of ground,
Opening the imagination of wings
Into the grace of emptiness
To fulfill new voyagings,
May your life awaken
To the call of its freedom.
As the ocean absolves itself
Of the expectation of land,
Approaching only
In the form of waves
That fill and pleat and fall
With such gradual elegance
As to make of the limit
A sonorous threshold
Whose music echoes back among
The give and strain of memory,
Thus may your heart know the patience
That can draw infinity from limitation.
As the embrace of the earth
Welcomes all we call death,
Taking deep into itself
The right solitude of a seed,
Allowing it time
To shed the grip of former form
And give way to a deeper generosity
That will one day send it forth,
A tree into springtime,
May all that holds you
Fall from its hungry ledge
Into the fecund surge of your heart.
For Freedom, by John O’Donohue
Sacred Cave (Uxmal, Yucatan)
We must suppose that we go deep within ourselves, deeper and deeper into our most hidden self. There in our innermost being, in the very core of ourselves, we will find a place where there is peace, stillness, and above all, love.
After having found the place, we must imagine that we are seated there, immersed into, surrounded by the Love of God. We are in deepest peace … All of us is there, physical body and all; nothing is outside, not even a fingertip, not even the tiniest hair. Our whole being is connected with the Love of God.
Nothing will remain.
—Irina Tweedie, “Daughter of Fire: A Diary of a Spiritual Training with a Sufi Master,” (California: The Golden Sufi Center, 2006)
In the sunlight of awareness, everything becomes sacred.
–-Thich Nhat Hanh
“When the mind is rapt in the muladhara (the kanda), the navel, the heart, the throat, the palate, the space between the eyebrows, the forehead, or anywhere else inside up to the brahmarandhra; when it is steadied in ether, in water, in forests, or somewhere else in the outer creation– then the supreme light blazes in the heart.”
— Baba Muktananda, Nothing Exists That Is Not Shiva, p.85 (From Vijnabhairava 30)
