When you give of yourself. When you give of yourself totally. When you just go on giving with no expectation, your reward is great. When you just give and give and give with no anticipation of what you will get, there is a particular flow of compassion created. And this type of compassion, this type of Karuna will nurture your bones, will nurture your core. One thing I can say to you. You are meant to be. Namaste
I woke up. There was a silence that I learned to love. I listen. It is. I listen. Everywhere. Making no-sense. Not needing to make sense. Disappearing with it. The breath is observed. Breathing observes. Somehow the silence is an orchestra. Somehow the beloved purrs silently in the background. I made a choice today. There are always simple choices to be made. I now rest in a simple pool of choicelessness. I hear the gong, in the distance, in the monastery. And again. Earlier I watched the children play on the giant prayer wheel like it was a merry go round. They were so blissful, so free, so playful. Again, I hear the gong. Such a beautiful silence. Again, I hear the gong. There is a softness to its noise. There is a gentleness in its intent. On and on it goes, in the night. Its silent whisper says, “wake up ~ it’s time to sleep, it’s time to dream”. Samsara and Nirvana are one and the same.
I lived in India for many years. It was my home. I left. The last person that I saw was a dear love in Pune. I had a dream, a vision that I would leave or disappear from the planet for a long time and then reappear, much more clear. Then that happened. We arrived back here, on the Indian Sub Continent. It’s been ten years. By perfect chance the first person we met was the last person that I left. It was nice to see her. She looks well. She is aging well. She has flowered. Were staying at Bodha, Kathmandu. The sushi is great. The momo’s are yummy. The Stupa stands tall. The monks, the monastery, are mazing. I love who we are. I love who you are. What is next, is a mystery. What is now, is obvious. One heart, one love, one life, with each other. Namaste
Some one asked me recently, how I define "being real".
So my definition of being real is this. To live authentically in a conscious non-mechanical fashion. To first see and then shed the skin of conditioned reality. Society goes on conditioning us through multitude of form from an early age. Our parents introduce us to various types of role modeling, social modeling and cultural conditioning takes its roots in one form or another based on our inner karmic imprint.
Being more real involves a degree of self-awareness that initially becomes deeply self-aware and begins a reuniting with ones essential self. In this transition, the cloak of false buffers of personality is gradually seen, questioned and dissolved through sincere self-awareness and sincere egoless awakening.
Author ~ God Dieux
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