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We’ve all had at least a taste of it: the falling away of everything. It can happen anywhere, at any time: during a walk through the park, or while listening to your favourite piece of music, or perhaps while looking into the eyes of a loved one. All past and future fall away, all ideas of a future attainment, a future happiness, a future ‘enlightenment’ simply dissolve into the vast open space which embraces everything. In that falling away, there is a simplicity, an intimacy, a freedom without a name. It’s totally beyond words, and yet it’s as obvious as breathing. It’s a glimpse into what you really are, beyond any story about what you are.
Jeff Foster (via ashramof1)
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O Lord!

ashramof1:

O Lord!

Let my knowing of You
not just be in my mind but
fully alive
inside my Heart.

Remove ‘me’.
Let there only be You.

Mooji

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Spiritual awakening doesn’t happen because you master some spiritual technique. There are lots of skillful meditators who are not awake. Awakening happens when you stop bullshitting yourself into continual nonawakening. It’s very easy to use disciplines to avoid reality rather than to encounter it. A true spirituality will have you continually facing your illusions and all the ways you avoid reality.
Adyashanti (via a-blissful-heart)

(Source: yoginitara)

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Your enjoyment of the world is never right till every morning you awake in heaven; see yourself in you Father’s palace; and look upon the skies and the earth and the air as celestial joys: having such a reverend esteem of all, as of you were among the angels. The bride of a monarch, in her husband’s chamber, has no such causes of delight as you.
Thomas Traherne (1637-1674), Centuries of Meditation
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lenkalight:

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense.

-Rumi

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