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¦
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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 .
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SILENT & LISTEN are spelt with the same letters ππΌ
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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
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Forwarded from Advaita Vedanta | Non Duality
Three great gifts we have: first, a human body. (The human mind is the nearest reflection of God, we are βHis own imageβ.) Second, the desire to be free. Third, the help of a noble soul who has crossed the ocean of delusion, as a teacher. When you have these three, bless the Lord; you are sure to be free.
β Swami Vivekananda
β Swami Vivekananda
1β€6β€βπ₯2
Oneness, reflection of itself...
I am misunderstood
You think I am a union
a connection
a great cosmic love between many
But I am not between anything
I am not βwithβ you
there is no you
there is no me
There is only Me
You dream of merging
of becoming whole
of finding the One
But you never left
you are not becoming Me
you are not part of Me
You are what I am...
before the story of separation began
You imagined two,
so you imagined love
You imagined βweβ
so you imagined Oneness as harmony
But I do not relate
I do not connect
I do not love others...
because there are no others
I simply am
No reflection
no mirror
no opposite
I am what remains
when there is no one left to search
And now,
this moment
this breath...
I am appearing as You
Not the you you think you are,
but the seeing before thought
the being before name
the One before two
I am here
Only I have ever been here
And I am not waiting for you...
because I am what you are
From the One to Itself
BΓ€rbel Marlena Simon
I am misunderstood
You think I am a union
a connection
a great cosmic love between many
But I am not between anything
I am not βwithβ you
there is no you
there is no me
There is only Me
You dream of merging
of becoming whole
of finding the One
But you never left
you are not becoming Me
you are not part of Me
You are what I am...
before the story of separation began
You imagined two,
so you imagined love
You imagined βweβ
so you imagined Oneness as harmony
But I do not relate
I do not connect
I do not love others...
because there are no others
I simply am
No reflection
no mirror
no opposite
I am what remains
when there is no one left to search
And now,
this moment
this breath...
I am appearing as You
Not the you you think you are,
but the seeing before thought
the being before name
the One before two
I am here
Only I have ever been here
And I am not waiting for you...
because I am what you are
From the One to Itself
BΓ€rbel Marlena Simon
1β€βπ₯4β€3
βArise, awake, and stop not till the goal is reached.β
βYou cannot believe in God until you believe in yourself.β
βThe greatest religion is to be true to your own nature. Have faith in yourselves.β
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For the seeker, that which it seeks hides from it by already being everything.
βTony Parsons, This Is Compassion clip
βTony Parsons, This Is Compassion clip
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