Meditation practice is neither holding on nor avoiding; it is a settling back into the moment, opening to what is there.
Through practice, gently and gradually we can collect ourselves and learn how to be more fully with what we do.
I wanted to believe that Makandal flew away, but my wishes can’t fly freely so. They’re rooted to the ground like me, who eats salt.
This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.
It's the essence of a degenerating mind periodically, to lose all sense of continuous self, and therefore any regard for what others think of your lack of continuity.
He said he preferred to feel the earth sing through his feet, and that shoes stopped you from hearing the song of the earth.
It is part of wisdom never to revisit a wilderness, for the more golden the lily, the more certain that someone has gilded it.
You think I'm deranged! How refreshing. Everyone here takes me so seriously, it's a wonderful change to be thought mentally deficient.
Difficult times do not produce gentility, as if there is an angle hovering over the world of the oppressed.
Kara do you love Brad?' All my heart.' Then how can you let him leave next year?' I guess love isn’t enough sometimes.
Relationship gurus always said that an attraction based on friendship and mutual respect was far more likely to stay the course - and the bastards were right.
You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.
We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.
The focusing of attention on the breath is perhaps the most universal of the many hundreds of meditation subjects used worldwide.
In Buddhist practice, the outward and inward aspects of taking the one seat meet on our meditation cushion.
We need to learn how to honor and use a practice for as long as it serves us.
She was tall and dark-skinned and looked like a Nigerian sculpture. She moved like a lioness, her every step bristling with suppressed violence.
I certainly don't understand all these strange new feelings inside me--am I here because I love him, or because I owe him?
In a sense who you are has always been a story that you told to yourself. Now your self is a story that you tell to others.
I'm starved." -Juli "How can you be starved? You just ate a huge bowl of popcorn." -Elspeth "Popcorn isn't food, it's popcorn." -Vicki
So to all who are situated as I am, I would say--Grow up as fast as you can.
