Quotes About Awakening

This "me" of ten years before lay down amid the leaves and long grass and slept for two whole hours. During this time a few ants crawled up my leg, but even in my deep sleep my finger accurately flicked them off. I felt as if I had come to a shore, and the echoing shouts of an old man poling a bamboo raft seemed to reach my ears from far away. I awakened from my dream, and

I discovered how our hearts, as though infected with some malignant virus, were being eaten away by the uneasy awakening that was brazenly intruding upon our dream, by the futile pleasure of our dream seen at the threshold of consciousness.

It was a painful awakening. Why were things wrong just as they were? The questions which I had asked myself numberless times since boyhood rose again to my lips. Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty? At least there was no doubt that I was alone in regarding the duty as a heavy burden.

When you escape the matrix the only thing you discover is a bigger matrix.

The god Seth awakens through harsh disillusionment or scorn or through the shattering of everything that you thought was real being torn from you.

After you've seen behind the facade of a stage set you can't take the play seriously any more. You can't go backwards and regain your ignorance; you have to move forward.

It is the nature of the Kali Yuga that most human beings are now held back from spiritual liberation due to the gravity of inertia, apathy and laziness, (known in Sankrit as the quality of tapas) that overwhelms this age. Despite this seemingly gloomy prognosis, there is a way out of this predicament for those with the will and stamina to awaken from the rampant lethargy, within and outside of themselves, to take action.

During our dreams we do not know we are dreaming. We may even dream of interpreting a dream. Only on waking do we know it was a dream. Only after the great awakening will we realize that this is the great dream.

I opened two gifts this morning. They were my eyes.

But now and then, beneath the outer numbness, something stirred, like a living pain waiting for the anesthetic to wear away.

Every morning, the sunrise wakes me up with rays of hope.

Love has glints of light that wake up our heart to feel the beauty of life.

Just like the butterfly, I too will awaken in my own time.

There is no holy life. There is no war between good and evil. There is no sin and no redemption. None of these things matter to the real you. But they all matter hugely to the false you, the one who believes in the separate self. You have tried to take your separate self, with all its loneliness and anxiety and pride, to the door of enlightenment. But it will never go through, because it is a ghost.

People don't realize, he said, how important it is to wake up every morning with a song in your heart." J. Krishnamurti. "The song stands for a sense of joy in existence, a joy that is free of any good or bad choices.

Everyone was asleep, totally unconscious about their true nature.

La idea de que el sueño puede acortarse es un mito. Desde la perspectiva del cerebro, dormir seis horas a la semana es una pérdida permanente. No se puede compensar durmiendo el fin de semana. Levantarse con la alarma de un despertador también es perjudicial. En condiciones naturales, el cerebro sale del sueño profundo en una serie de oleadas que lo llevan cada vez más cerca de la vigilia.

As this life evaporated before his eyes, Siddhartha felt a shiver, as if someone had ripped off his winter coat and left him naked in the cold. But he wasn't naked, and far from dead. Instead of the mask of images and memories, surrounding him on every side was something pure and free: life itself. He couldn't remember who he was. There was nothing left of his fears and dreams, nothing to do, nothing to want. He was simply alive, the breath of the breath, the eye of the eye.

Upon Waking Let Your First Thought Be, "Thank You

In the blink of an eye, as quickly as he had seen ten thousand previous lifetimes, he saw the human predicament. Everyone was asleep, totally unconscious about their true nature. Some slept fitfully, catching scattered glimpses of the truth. But they quickly fell asleep again. They were the fortunate ones. The bulk of human beings had no glimpse of reality.

Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.

Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.

There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers.

The only way to find your self is to first lose yourself. Lose yourself to all worldly affairs, immerse yourself in the deepest oceans of material world - until the special moment of awakening, a pre-destined call that everyone receives at some stage in life. From that moment onwards, onsets the process of self-realization and your journey on the path to illumination. And thus you find your self, only after losing yourself in the jungle of materialistic world.