Quotes About Meditation

in Asian gardens you could look at rock and imagine water, you could gaze at a still pool and believe it had the hardness of rock.

He had been slowing down, the way one, half asleep, continually rereads the same paragraph trying to find a connection between sentences.

A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands knowing it is something that feeds him more than water.

At night, returning from work, Anil would slip out of her sandals and stand in the shallow water, her toes among the white petals, her arms folded as she undressed the day, removing layers of events and incidents so they would no longer be within her. She would stand there for a while, then walk wet-footed to bed.

Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert. And I? I was the skill among them. The mechanic. The others wrote out their love of solitude and meditated on what they found there. They were never sure of what I thought of it all. For them I was a bit too cunning to be a lover of the desert. More like Odysseus. Still, I was.

Çölde yaln?zca su kutsald?r.

She stands up in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance.

When chopping onions, just chop onions.

Unlike any other form of thought, daydreaming is its own reward.

But along with the feeling of ineffability, the conviction that some profound objective truth has been disclosed to you is a hallmark of the mystical experience, regardless of whether it has been occasioned by a drug, meditation, fasting, flagellation, or sensory deprivation. William James gave a name to this conviction: the noetic quality. People feel they have been let in on a deep secret of the universe, and they cannot be shaken from that conviction.

Individuals transcend their primary identification with their bodies and experience ego-free states," one of the researchers was quoted as saying. They "return with a new perspective and profound acceptance.

All he would tell me is that the experience, which took place in his meditation practice, acquainted him with "something way, way beyond a material worldview that I can't really talk to my colleagues about, because it involves metaphors or assumptions that I'm really uncomfortable with as a scientist.

The journeys have shown me what the Buddhists try to tell us but I have never really understood: that there is much more to consciousness than the ego, as we would see if it would just shut up. And that its dissolution (or transcendence) is nothing to fear; in fact, it is a prerequisite for making any spiritual progress.

free oneself of the bounds of everyday perception and thought in a search for universal truths and enlightenment

savikalpa samadhi, in which the ego vanishes when confronted with the immensity of the universe during the course of a meditation on an object—in this case, planet Earth.

Aren't we identical with our ego? What's left of us without it? The lesson of both psychedelics and meditation is the same: No! on the first count, and More than enough on the second.

Judson Brewer, a researcher at Yalefn7 who was using fMRI to study the brains of experienced meditators, noticed that his scans and Robin's looked remarkably alike.

Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.

It's very natural and simple to me, drawing, because I've drawn since I was a kid. It's just the most normal thing for me to do. And it's very meditative.

I've been meditating since February 2019, and it's something I do every night.

I balance with prayer and music. I sing every day.

I don't even sing in the shower.

When I'm outside gardening, it can be so inspiring. I think of words and melodies. It's peaceful. Every singer-songwriter should find something outside of music that makes them as happy as gardening makes me.

Singing is a prayer to me.