Quotes About Awareness

If not, you'll just keep falling into holes until you can grasp the gift cosmos keeps on trying to give you.

In America, we have so many movies and so much media about the Islamic world, the sub-continental world, but it's not a conversation, it's a monologue. It's always from one point of view. 'If we don't tell our own stories, no one will tell them' is my mantra.

When we show up to make art, we need to get still enough to hear what wants to be expressed though us, and then we need to step out of the way and let it. We must be willing to abide in a space of not knowing before we can settle into knowing.

So you sit down to meditate not only because it helps you to find rest in the arms of the formless Beloved but also because it increases your chances of being stunned by beauty when you get back up. Encounters with the sacred that radiate from the core of the ordinary embolden you to cultivate stillness and simple awareness. In the midst of a world that is begging you to distract yourself, this is no easy practice. Yet you keep showing up. You are indomitable. You are thirsty for wonder.

For women mystics, contemplative life is not so much a matter of transcending the illusions of mundane existence or attaining states of perfect equanimity as it is about becoming as fully present as possible to the realities of the human experience. In showing up for what is, no matter how pedestrian or tedious, how aggravating or shameful, the what is begins to reveal itself as imbued with holiness. How do we make space in our lives for this kind of sacred seeing?

The more you turn inward, the more available the sacred becomes. when you sit in. silence and turn your gaze toward the holy mystery you once called God, the mystery follows you back out into the world. When you walk with purposeful focus on breath and birdsong, your breathing and the twitter of the chickadee reveal themselves as miracles. .

Most people believe the apple merely represented Knowledge. But we know better. It was the Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Nothing less than the curse of consciousness. Of moral responsibility. Of always, ever after, having to choose between what is right and what is wrong.

I had no idea everyone feels this way—that the most essential part of growing up is figuring out where your empty places are and learning how to fill them by, and for, yourself.

Some people need a red carpet rolled out in front of them in order to walk forward into friendship. They can't see the tiny outstretched hands all around them, everywhere, like leaves on trees.

When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is.

Would she understand that time had stopped while she was gone.

We were always getting away with something, which implied that someone was always watching us, which mean were are not alone in this world.

it wasn't pretend, I wasn't in a fairytale or a fable. I shut my eyes and absorbed the silent whoomp that always accompanies this revelation. It's the sound of the real world, gigantic and impossible, replacing the smaller version of reality that I wear like a bonnet, clutched tightly under my chin.

Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle?

It would require constant vigilance to not replace each person with my own fictional version of them.

That is my problem with life, I rush through it, like I'm being chased.

I'm not saying I asked for it, only that there are moments when we are sending signals not just to the boys in the room but to all of creation.

I feel into the eyes of every person I passed on the street.

Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle?

I wanted her to know, from the moment she heard my voice, that I was dying. I delivered a salutation so craven, so wretched, that it fell through language like pebbles. Hello.

I'll be the first to say, It's so beautiful here. The sooner you say, It's so beautiful here, the quicker you can say, Wow, I'm getting overheated.

Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle? -Cheryl

Dac? m? simÈ›eam privit de cineva, paÈ™ii mei deveneau stângaci È™i automaÈ›i, ca È™i când mi-ar fi fost permanent team? c? nu voi mai È™ti cum se merge È™i c? dintr-un moment într-altul m? voi pr?buÈ™i pe asfalt.

Dac? n-ar fi fost visele, n-am fi È™tiut niciodat? c? avem un suflet. Lumea real?, concret?, tangibil? ar fi fost tot ce este, singurul vis permis nou?, È™i pentru c? singurul, incapabil s? se recunoasc? pe sine drept vis. Ne îndoim de ea pentru c? vis?m.