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—Lewis Mundt, excerpt from “Water” (via eulum)
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—Alice Hoffman (via creatingaquietmind)
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—Maya Angelou (via the-healing-nest)
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—Eckhart Tolle (via sun-hawk)
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—Jack Kerouac (via unconditionedconsciousness)
—Thich Nhat Hanh (via meditationsinwonderland)
—St. Augustine (via unconditionedconsciousness)
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—Unmani Liza Hyde (via oceanandwave)
The Sun rises and sets in the sky that it never calls ‘sky’. What never changes?
The Universe expands and contracts. What never changes?
Organisms are born and pass away into deep rest. What never changes?
The breath goes in and out, in and out. What never changes?
Seasons transform in the blink of an eye. What never changes?
You taste it all: Laughter and tears, bliss and boredom, the slings and arrows of existence. What never changes?
What never changes is the constancy of change. You can always depend on it. Change is absolutely trustworthy.
And in the midst of inevitable change, what never changes? That which knows change as change. That which recognises change. That which sees change doesn’t change with change, otherwise there could be no recognition of change. The recognition, because of the contrast, is an expression of infinite intelligence.
You are present, changeless and unmoving, never changing with change but standing in fascination and awe and wonder at the ever-changing display of life itself. You naturally embrace change but never yourself change. Change is never your enemy but your most loyal ally and partner. It is the reason manifestation can be experienced at all.
Thoughts, sensations, feelings. Galaxies moving in the darkness, planets whirling around their familiar orbits, the birds chirping spontaneous songs of joy in springtime, your grandma’s ashes scattered by the river in which she splashed as a child, never knowing what was to come. All of this spilled out of your ancient heart. You couldn’t withhold all that creativity.
—Jeff Foster (via oceanandwave)