„You don’t awaken, what has eternally been awake realizes itself. That which is eternally awake is what you are.“
This quote from Adyshanti* has touched me in many ways and reminded me of a glimpse of truth I had encountered a couple of years ago. A glimpse of peace and acceptance of all there is.
Life kept on going, ups and downs, new people, new places, new challenges, new ideas, new dreams, new downfalls and even new languages. Isn’t it marvellous this experience in a human body? All the odours, the noises, the colours the forms. The feelings of cold and warm, the feelings of unknown and undescribable origin and expression. And inbetween all this and more, trapped in the human cerebric, are our minds. Our chatting minds. That, what maybe keeps us alive? That, what maybe kills us. That, what makes us miserable and happy within a second. I am not saying the mind is the origin or is not the origin of anything. The human is way too sophisticated to wanting to limit it by claiming any function is responsible for a single action. Yet the fascination with our mind and specially the suffering our thoughts are producing, keeps me wondering. Keeps me asking questions. Keeps me analysing my own and enquiring others. >>read more
