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An online marketplace for selling and buying all things handmade!

It's like shopping at the artists market, but from your own home. I discovered the website just in time for Christmas and along with my trip to Blue Banana Market in Toronto, have managed to get almost everyone on my list home made gifts.


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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Friday, January 20, 2006

Aum

During my sit last night I became aware of a deep sound in my ears. I was perfectly absorbed in a state of intimate meditation. As usual, there was sound in both ears but each ear seemed to produce dissimilar noises. The left ear was a feeble, piercing frequency and the right was a low unfailing hum. Without intent my awareness was brought to the hum in the right ear which appeared to bring the sound away from the ear and into my entire being. As the hum and I became more harmonized, it resonated deeper and deeper within me til it eventually penetrated from the core of my belly. At this point it became very clear that this hum was the sound of Aum. A long chanting aum. A thought produced itself. This is the sound of the soul.

During sleep I dreamt of Gurumayi. She was at my work. I was quite puzzled as to why she was there and decided to pay a visit. As I walked into the room our eyes met and she motioned for me to sit before her. I looked around the room and there was nothing in it. It was very bright and the floors were incredibly shiny. There she sat on the only object in the room, a big plush armchair. She was wrapped in my brown chenille throw blanket. We talked for quite some time, about all sorts of things. She appeared so eloquent in my dream, quite elevated and righteous. I viewed her as an image of perfection and was in utter awe just watching and chatting with her. When it was time for her to leave she draped me in the chenille blanket she was wearing and kissed me on the forehead.

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