Quotes About Meditation

some things you will think of yourself,...some things God will put into your mind

As the Siamese says: Pea rattles loud in empty head.

What is Zen? Simple, simple, so simple. Infinite gratitude toward all things past; infinite service to all things present; infinite responsibility to all things future.

The bhakta's approach include repeating God's name, as in praying without ceasing "keep the name of the Lord spinning in the midst of all your activities." Washing or weaving, planting or shopping, imperceptibly but indelibly these verbal droplets of aspiration soak down into the subconscious, loading it with the divine.

Raja yoga with asanas (poses and breathing) is a way of leading the inquirer to direct personal experience of the "beyond that is within." Its method is willed introversion, one of the classic implements of creative genius in any line of endeavor. Its intent is to drive the psychic energy of the self to its deepest part to activate the last continent of the true self

In samadhi, the mind continues to think, but of no thing. This does not mean that it is thinking of nothing, that it is a total blank. It has perfected the paradox of seeing the invisible. It is filled with that which is "separated from all qualities, neither this nor that, without form, without a name.

What is to be known in raja yoga's final stage is without limits. The mind continues to think- if that is the right word- but of no thing. This does not mean that it is thinking of nothing, that it is a total blank. It has perfected the paradox of seeing the invisible. It is filled with that which is separated from all qualities, neither this nor that, without form, without a name. p49

He who does the task Dictated by duty, Caring nothing For the fruit of the action, He is a yogi. (Bhagavad-Gita, VI:I) Hence

That mania for doing things in private. Which meant, in practice, not doing anything at all. For what was there that one could do in private.

La escritura es una larga introspección, es un viaje hacia las cavernas más oscuras de la conciencia, una lenta meditación

It is good to remove oneself sometimes and get a sense of perspective from a little further away.

I held my crotch, closed my eyes and repeated my secret catechism.

For, in his opinion, to study nature was a form of worship.

He told me once that praying is like being a soccer coach and calling saints off the bench.

One dreams all day as well as all night . . .

notes. I quietly took my place in the

Don't leave me here with my mind, I thought.

Say it again slowly, that thing about the river.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return

He needed that time edged with boredom in which fantasy could flourish.

He turned out the lamps and walked down to his bedroom. He had no preliminary sketch of an idea, not a scrap, not even a hunch, and he would not find it by sitting at the piano and frowning hard. It could come only in its own time. He knew from experience that the best he could do was relax, step back

contemplate

Reading was my way of not thinking about maths. More than that (or do I mean less?), it was my way of not thinking.

He tilted back his chair and surveyed his desk as one might a life.