Words have not been made to describe the state of meditation. Language allows us to bite around the edges, to nibble and taste, but never to report the essence. But still we try. Like a dream, never reported while it happens. Like an uncaged song, sweet and alive, but flying high. Like the moment of artistic creation, bright and new, unsullied. Meditation is an open window. We sit at the sill. A vista is revealed. There is no judgement, no anticipation, no memory or regret. In meditation we are without judgement. We sit alone, but there is no loneliness. Richard Payment
We must experience the Truth in a direct, practical and real way; this is only possible in the stillness and silence of the mind, and this is achieved by means of meditation.
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Samael Aun Weor
Yoga is the cessation of the movements of the mind. Then there is abiding in the Seer's own form.
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Anonymous
Sometimes it was during the breaks that the real meditation happened - moments when it was obvious that wisdom is not something you have, but a wave-length you tune in to.
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Matt Padwick
I believe that reading and writing are the most nourishing forms of meditation anyone has so far found. By reading the writings of the most interesting minds in history, we meditate with our own minds and theirs as well. This to me is a miracle.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.
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Anonymous
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I remembered Patel’s words, “Surrender is not giving up, it is worship.” “Show me how to step, ” I said, “so that it pleases you. Make me one with you and also this land. Be with me.
It comes back all at once: a woman on a beach, a tree, a wind that calms, a rain that cleanses, but does not wet.
His youth carried his words and lit the room with an optimism. “India is like our home, ” he said, “our spiritual home. Even before we get here there was that feeling.
