βThis too is seen.β
When the grasping comes,
when the fear of losing shows up,
when the old beliefs pull β
just let this phrase rise, like a whisper:
βThis too is seen.β
It doesnβt fight.
It doesnβt fix.
It just rests in whatβs already true.
Say it slowly, inside. Let it settle.
Youβll find you were never outside the seeing.
Even the forgetting is part of the remembering.
When the grasping comes,
when the fear of losing shows up,
when the old beliefs pull β
just let this phrase rise, like a whisper:
βThis too is seen.β
It doesnβt fight.
It doesnβt fix.
It just rests in whatβs already true.
Say it slowly, inside. Let it settle.
Youβll find you were never outside the seeing.
Even the forgetting is part of the remembering.
1β€βπ₯5π2
Here.
No next.
No before.
Not holding on.
Not letting go.
Just here.
No one needs to remain.
But still β
presence remains.
Always.
No next.
No before.
Not holding on.
Not letting go.
Just here.
No one needs to remain.
But still β
presence remains.
Always.
1β€4
The circle is a reminder that we are part of something complete, something unbroken.
From Black Elk
EnsΕ by the Artwork Factory via @ahimsafeed
From Black Elk
EnsΕ by the Artwork Factory via @ahimsafeed
1β€7β€βπ₯2π2π1
Silence
was here
before the first sound,
and stayed
after it was gone.
It doesnβt wait,
doesnβt ask,
doesnβt move.
It holds the word
and the one who speaks.
The thought,
and the one who thinks.
It has no voice,
yet every voice rises from it.
No shape,
yet it fills everything.
Nothing can describe it.
Not even this.
But if something in you
fell quiet while reading β
that was it.
was here
before the first sound,
and stayed
after it was gone.
It doesnβt wait,
doesnβt ask,
doesnβt move.
It holds the word
and the one who speaks.
The thought,
and the one who thinks.
It has no voice,
yet every voice rises from it.
No shape,
yet it fills everything.
Nothing can describe it.
Not even this.
But if something in you
fell quiet while reading β
that was it.
1β€4β€βπ₯2π2π1
Forwarded from Wisdom & Beauty
"In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions: when did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in silence?"
~ Angeles Arrien
Artwork: 'Dreamtime Sisters' by Colleen Wallace Nungari
@beautyandwisdom
~ Angeles Arrien
Artwork: 'Dreamtime Sisters' by Colleen Wallace Nungari
@beautyandwisdom
1β€βπ₯5π2π€©2
Mindfulness Journals https://wix.to/QWDDn1B ππ
Ethanellappa
Mindfulness Journals
4 Mindfulness Journals A set of four journals to enhance your mindfulness practice: Daily Journal : Reflect and set intentions. Morning Journal : Start your day with focus. Dream Journal : Record and explore your dreams. Mindfulness Journal : Stay presentβ¦
1β€3π2π1
Forwarded from Ψ―Ψ± Ψ³Ϊ©ΩΨͺ
ΩΨ§Ψ²Ω
ΩΫΨ³Ψͺ ΨΉΨ¬ΩΩ Ϊ©ΩΫ.
ΩΨ§Ψ²Ω ΩΫΨ³Ψͺ Ψ¨Ω ΪΫΨ²Ϋ Ψ¨Ψ±Ψ³Ϋ.
ΩΨ§Ψ²Ω ΩΫΨ³Ψͺ Ψ¨ΩΨͺΨ±Ψ Ψ±ΩΨ΄ΩβΨͺΨ±Ψ ΨΉΩ ΫΩβΨͺΨ± Ψ¨Ψ§Ψ΄Ϋ.
ΨͺΩ ΩΩ ΫΩβΪ©Ω ΩΨ³ΨͺΫΨ
Ϊ©Ψ§ΩΫβΨ§Ϋ.
ΩΩΨ³ Ψ¨Ϊ©Ψ΄.
ΩΩ ΩβΪΫΨ² ΩΩ ΫΩβΨ¬Ψ§Ψ³Ψͺ.
Ψ¨ΫβΩΫΨ§Ψ².
Ψ¨ΫβΨ΅Ψ―Ψ§.
Ϊ©Ψ§Ω Ω.
Ψ³ΩΩΩΩ
Ω Ω ΩΩ Ψ§ΩΩ .
ΩΨ§Ψ²Ω ΩΫΨ³Ψͺ Ψ¨Ω ΪΫΨ²Ϋ Ψ¨Ψ±Ψ³Ϋ.
ΩΨ§Ψ²Ω ΩΫΨ³Ψͺ Ψ¨ΩΨͺΨ±Ψ Ψ±ΩΨ΄ΩβΨͺΨ±Ψ ΨΉΩ ΫΩβΨͺΨ± Ψ¨Ψ§Ψ΄Ϋ.
ΨͺΩ ΩΩ ΫΩβΪ©Ω ΩΨ³ΨͺΫΨ
Ϊ©Ψ§ΩΫβΨ§Ϋ.
ΩΩΨ³ Ψ¨Ϊ©Ψ΄.
ΩΩ ΩβΪΫΨ² ΩΩ ΫΩβΨ¬Ψ§Ψ³Ψͺ.
Ψ¨ΫβΩΫΨ§Ψ².
Ψ¨ΫβΨ΅Ψ―Ψ§.
Ϊ©Ψ§Ω Ω.
Ψ³ΩΩΩΩ
Ω Ω ΩΩ Ψ§ΩΩ .
1β€4π₯°2
SILENT & LISTEN are spelt with the same letters ππΌ
π€―3π2
Quiet
Yes
We say
Welcoming all that is
Simply sitting
Watching quietly
The falling rain
Breathing in
A bird flies by
Breathing out
A cricket chirps
Pouring water into water
Itself into itself
Hearing only the sound
Seeing only the seeing
Feeling what is there to be felt
It is cold
Wind and thunder conspire
Leaves tremble
A chill shivers down my spine
The air is crisp, fresh, and renewed
Dust has settled
Dry skin washed away
Clean and clear
Trees stand still
Unmoved yet ever grateful
The plants are my teachers
I am the silence listening
#poetry
Yes
We say
Welcoming all that is
Simply sitting
Watching quietly
The falling rain
Breathing in
A bird flies by
Breathing out
A cricket chirps
Pouring water into water
Itself into itself
Hearing only the sound
Seeing only the seeing
Feeling what is there to be felt
It is cold
Wind and thunder conspire
Leaves tremble
A chill shivers down my spine
The air is crisp, fresh, and renewed
Dust has settled
Dry skin washed away
Clean and clear
Trees stand still
Unmoved yet ever grateful
The plants are my teachers
I am the silence listening
#poetry
1β€βπ₯6π₯°2π1