Awareness is not the result of practice for practice implies the formation of habit; habit is the denial of awareness.
Awareness is of the moment and not a cumulative result. To say to myself that I shall become aware is not to be aware. To say that I am going to be non-greedy is merely to continue to be greedy, to be unaware of it.
How to approach a complex problem? Surely it’s not by meeting complexity with complexity; approach it simply, and the greater my simplicity the greater will be the clarification.
To understand and experience Reality there must be utter simplicity and tranquillity. “Must” does not imply compulsion, merely a reminder, a statement of what Reality is.
When I suddenly see a magnificent scenery or come upon a great thought, or listen to great music, I am utterly still. Human minds are not simple, but to recognize complexity is to be simple.
If I wish to understand myself, my complexity, there must be open receptivity, the simplicity of non-identification. But so often people are not aware of beauty or complexity, and so we chatter on.
A blade of grass has no looking-glass. It is not green by reason of it absorbing all colours but green.
A grassblade is an abstraction of beauty in a pure material form. It is so and not further.
Night or day, in every grass-blade there is a blinding-bright beauty detonating in total silent anonymity.
Only allow that beauty to enter, to penetrate your heart, and, exactly because you are more actively constructed and construed than a blade of grass, you are able to see, to experience with your conscious awareness the glorious Sufficiency of You in all your innate beauty and latent power.
When that occurs, inspiration, the lack of it, pain, or the lack of it, in fact all states or stages of being in life click into their own place.
That place is where time began and ends. Where love and peace pertain. Like the Tardis, it is a LOT bigger on the inside than on the outside!
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And the maelstrom of moments in which our beauty dances, exists as EveryNow.
“Love is the thread which weaves the empty sky with birdsong
Creation in helpless total innocence and integrity follows simple mathematical progressions – Fibonacci series, Golden Rectangle, the value π, and so many besides. Creation’s products in physical form shape us too.
With our senses we detect the flows and patterns in sight, sounds, scent, and other feelings emanating from the creation in which our bodies are embedded.
We are quick to respond with our subtile self-recognition, and the sum of this we experience as beauty.
I see beauty and creation as one process. Neither is the generator of the other, rather they are like the properties of a particle, possessors simultaneously of both attributes.
This is another fact of Relativity I do not understand, but I know it’s such fun!