Quotes About Presence

When there is enough consciousness, God appears. You will know this as surely as you know that you have thoughts, feelings, and sensations. This is God will cross your mind as easily as This is a rose. The presence of God will be as palpable as a heartbeat.

An integral being knows without going, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing.

When the mind becomes like a beautiful woman It bestows all that you want of a lover. Can you go that deep? Instead of making love in the body With other children of God, Why not seek the true Lover Who is always in front of you With open arms? Then you will be free of this world at last Like me.

When you're not distracted by self-image, you can only be in the state of innocence.

By taking explicit notice of breathing patterns, listening with intention to your heartbeat, or reciting a phrase in your mind, infinite possibilities present themselves.

You can align yourself with God-consciousness at any given moment by pursuing these glimpses.

Who is content simply to be? You too have felt the peace of simply being. Wake up to that, and you will join me in being free.

There will be times when you will be in the field without a camera. And, you will see the most glorious sunset or the most beautiful scene that you have ever witnessed. Don't be bitter because you can't record it. Sit down, drink it in, and enjoy it for what it is!

Lady Autumn, Queen of the Harvest, I have seen You in the setting Sun with Your long auburn tresses... You sit upon Your throne and watch the dying fires of the setting Sun shine forth its final colors in the sky... Lady Autumn, You are here at last...

I wanna leave here myself. But when I leave, whether it's on a bus or train or in a pine box, somebody gon' know I was here.

The God who molded the galaxies … who keeps the planet turning at just the right speed, the perfect distance from the sun—this God, who created the world and all that it holds, holds us as well. His strong arms surround us, even when we can't feel them.

What a comfort! The God who molded the galaxies . . . who keeps the planet turning at just the right speed, the perfect distance from the sun--this God, who created the world and all that it holds, holds us as well. His strong arms surround us, even when we can't feel them.

Does my brother's presence inconvenience you?" he asked the priest. "Not at all," the twitching man replied. Father Berold's face was still for an instant. This time the curve of his lips was natural, and filled with compassion. "I recognize a fellow sufferer. I have added him to my prayers." Faucon eyed the priest for a long moment. Of such mettle were saints forged.

Sometimes the mountain is hidden from me in veils of cloud, sometimes I am hidden from the mountain in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue, when I forget or refuse to go down to the shore or a few yards up the road, on a clear day, to reconfirm that witnessing presence.

Grey is the price of neighboring with eagles, of knowing a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.

Your secret was not the craftsman's delight in process, which doesn't distinguish work from pleasure-- your way was not to exalt nor avoid the Adamic legacy, you simply made it irrelevant: everything faded, thinned to nothing, beside the light which bathed and warmed, the Presence your being had opened to. Where it shone, there life was, and abundantly; it touched your dullest task, and the task was easy.

Looking, Walking, Being I look and look. Looking's a way of being: one becomes, Sometimes, a pair of eyes walking. Walking wherever looking takes one. The eyes Dig and burrow in the world. They touch Fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor. World and the past of it, Not only Visible present, solid and shadow That looks at one looking. And language? Rhythms Of echo and interruption? That's A way of breathing, breathing to sustain Looking, Walking and looking, Through the world, In it.

Yes, he is here in this open field, in sunlight, among the few young trees set out to modify the bare facts-- he's here, but only because we are here. When we go, he goes with us to be your hands that never do violence, your eyes that wonder, your lives that daily praise life by living it, by laughter. He is never alone here, never cold in the field of graves.

The world is not with us enough.

When will you rest? Even in the heat of battle. I tell you, rest does not always look like a hammock stretched between two trees on a lazy summer evening. Rest can mean looking to Me and My grace even as you swing your weapon. Rest is simply being with Me. "I promise you this: I will be with you every step of the way. I will hold you together when you feel that you could fall apart. And I will be there to celebrate with you when at last your battles are at an end." Even

Living closer to the center of our being is the practice of a lifetime, but so, too, is skillfully living on the horizontal plane-the surface of life-where our purpose for being on the planet is uniquely expressed. Redefining moments are simply energy vortexes that draw the authentic self up (vertically) and out (horizontally) and into present moment awareness, revealing it to the light of day and the gifts it holds.

God is both transcendent (beyond us) and immanent (near us).

We can't have a failure in Iraq, but we also can't be there for the next 10 years because if we are, it's going to become, I think, a failure in and of itself.

Lamaze expects the husband, me, to be there, so that I can witness this festivity. I did not want to be there. This was remarkably painful for my wife. There was nothing my presence could really do to relieve her pain. In other words, I didn't see why my evening should be ruined too.