stillness

I was being cured of soldiering on endlessly: my job was now to be still, which had become almost easy at last.

This was once Mazama, I kept reminding myself. This was once a mountain that stood nearly 12,000 feet tall and then had its heart removed. This was once a wasteland of lava and pumice and ash. This was once an empty bowl that took hundreds of years to fill. But hard as I tried, I couldn't see them in my mind's eye. Not the mountain or the wasteland or the empty bowl. They simply were not there anymore. There was only the stillness and the silence of that water: what a mountain and a wasteland and an empty bowl turned into after the healing process.

You remain so silent,as carried away,through mist of your thoughts,so dark and so deep,and even awake same as when asleep,waiting for enlightenment of a newborn day.I'm bound to your silence,to the core i'm bound,to delicate stillness,so cruel and so tender,that despite of danger,soul yearns to surrender,to that mesmerizing absence of the sound.I resign everything i once knew so clear,throwing in the wind fragments of my past,they are worth so little,they're nothing but dust,nothing to remember,and nothing to fear...

Enjoy the stillness, sweet snail! Savor the spring breeze while it still means something! Soon enough, like summer tempests your tears will come!

When a man does not dwell in self, then things will of themselves reveal their forms to him. His movement is like that of water, his stillness like that of a mirror, his responses like those of an echo.

Chasing something external to satisfy the internal is a hollow practice. The only thing you can chase is yourself and you are already here!

When I finally lie down, I find sleep elusive. The same thoughts that trouble me during the day are only compounded by the stillness of night.

Attain complete emptiness,Hold fast to stillness.Understanding the ordinary: Mind opens.Mind opening leads to compassion,Compassion to nobility,Nobility to heavenliness,Heavenliness to TAO. TAO endures. Your body dies.There is no danger.

Transition isn't pretty, but stagnation is hideous.

Jesus loves hidden souls. A hidden flower is the most fragrant. I must strive to make the interior of my soul a resting place for the Heart of Jesus.

The most powerful forces in the universe are infinite. Love, imagination, intuition, stillness. Then why should we define our soul?

I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.

A book about books is like a poem about poetry:Books are knowledge, paid for, all.Readers - horses in a stall.Stallions should always run.Lest they stale become, in turn.Running waters are most clear.In some books, you disappear __ose yourself, and track of time.How I wish that one was mine...Mine, to have, to write, to read...Mine, just like a flying steed.Mine, forever, - to improve.Would I then, of me, approve?I would not, I can't... myself.I'm but dust, swept off a shelf.Fly, can I, just 'til I'm settled,down, beside my flower, petalled.

When you approach something to photograph it, first be still with yourself until the object of your attention affirms your presence. Then don't leave until you have captured its essence.

Be the silent watcher of your thoughts and behavior. You are beneath the thinker. You are the stillness beneath the mental noise. You are the love and joy beneath the pain.

I can be alone without being lonely. In fact, those times of solitude are necessary respite for a beleaguered soul, set upon by the pressures of life. I need to take whatever moments I can to just be still.

When we are quiet and still we contract and settle.

Only in stillness does the imperceivable become discernible