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Every morning, when we wake up, we have twenty-four brand-new hours to live. What a precious gift! We have the capacity to live in a way that these twenty-four hours will bring peace, joy, and happiness to ourselves and others.

Peace is present right here and now, in ourselves and in everything we do and see. The Question is whether or not we are in touch with it. We don't have to travel far away to enjoy the blue sky. We don't have to leave our city or even our neighborhood to enjoy the eyes of a beautiful child. Even the air we breathe can be a source of joy.

We can smile, breathe, walk, and eat our meals in a way that allows us to be in touch with the abundance of happiness that is available. We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive at the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.

Every breath we take, every step we make, can be filled with peace, joy, and serenity. We need only to be awake, alive in the present moment. ... Thich Nhat Hanh


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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Continuity

Without love there is a hollowness in our hearts. We do not know how to love. Love has no tomorrow, no conflict, no yesterday. Love is beyond thought. Love is alive and new and fresh. Love is the experience of boundaries dissolving, when that separation between you and I melts away. Always presently active, love is not ingrained in the past. But we live a life that is divided don’t we. We live in this sense of continuity that resides in yesterday. With all of its memories, squabbles and cruelties. To love anything and all things one must die. How ever cultivated ones knowledge may be, no matter how volumous his learnings may infact be, if there is no love then truly this accumulation is meaningless.

The important thing is not to think much, but to love much;
and so, do that which best stirs you to love.
Gurumayi Chidvilasananda

posted by I Am This at 9:30 AM

Comments on "Continuity"

 

Blogger Hayley's Bed said ... (3:27 AM) : 

it seems that love is just there, it breathes us...
but the 'walls' or 'barriers' that our minds create prevent us from experiencing that love continuously.

the walls that we've constructed...the labels, i'm this and you are that, in our desperate attempt to feel some sense of control or to create 'order', are the same walls that eventually strangle and kill the host...

"To love anything and all things one must die."

Thanks :)

 

Blogger I Am This said ... (11:28 PM) : 

You said: "but the 'walls' or 'barriers' that our minds create prevent us from experiencing that love continuously."

Are we able to be honest enough to see that the self image (ego-self) is present in all of this, while we are IN the moment? Protective yet destructive behaviour built in an attempt to feel secure admist insecurity (walls & barriers).

Is it possible that we just don't want to change. That we are so rooted in the ego that we don't want to leave the comfortability and familiarity of that image.

Thank you BN for sharing this with me.

 

Blogger Hayley's Bed said ... (12:37 AM) : 

It seems that it is the ego-self who creates these barriers in its' crude attempt at 'self-preservation'...
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Kelly: "Is it possible that we just don't want to change. That we are so rooted in the ego that we don't want to leave the comfortability and familiarity of that image."

Anne: For as long as one associates oneself with this particular body, change, especially of a larger magnitude, is no different than death. So it is not so much a question of familiarity or comfort as it is the fear of dying...to who we thought or believe ourself to be.

...which begs the question...who dies...?

 

Blogger I Am This said ... (9:41 PM) : 

Wonderful Anne! Thank you for expressing this so beautifully.

 

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