Painted on cotton
At the centre Kali is shown four-armed seated on a demonic figure beneath which lie Siva and a burning corpse. The five sides of the yantra are in this case made up of female figures. The yantra is set within a lotus.
It is always here, constant and unmovable.
It is not doing anything.
Be aware of this.
It is simply here but it didn’t arrive.
You are not a person here.
In the silence itself, you are without history, name and form.
Recognise that space here now which simply is.
It underlies all activity,
but itself does not participate in any activity.
Notice and confirm this now,
and stay in your beautiful rest.
|—||Mooji (via oceanandwave)|
There was no duty for enlightened people, none, none except this: to seek themselves, to become certain of themselves, to grope forward along their own path, wherever it might lead. — I was deeply affected by that, and for me that was the profit from experience. I had often played with images of the future, I had dreamt roles that might be meant for me, as a poet, perhaps, or as a prophet, or as a painter, or whatever else.
That was all meaningless. I didn’t exist to write poetry, to preach sermons, to paint pictures; neither I nor anyone else existed for that purpose. All of that merely happened to a person along the way. Everyone had only one true vocation: to find themselves.
|—||Hermann Hesse (via ragavairagya)|
Vajrayogini (Naropa Tradition)
1700 - 1799
Don’t sit idle. Always be engaged in doing something useful. Either chant God’s Name in silence or read a good book, or discuss good topic. But don’t waste your valuable time in idle gossip.
Even though you feel that your spiritual practice is mere tedious reiteration, it is this very practice…
|—||Jack Kerouac (via lazylucid)|
I woke up to find I had breast implants stuck into me without my consultation, and my mom, dad and sister were all there in my room. I was very upset and was demanding their immediate removal. I then noticed how strange all this was and that i was probably in a dream and should just wake up. So I wake up…. into another dream (in which i had my normal body back). In this dream I am asked to pick a card from a magickal deck. I pick a blue card with a drawing of a hindu man on it whose legs are turned backwards over his shoulders in a knot. It transmits a meaning to me. I contemplate it, and speak to my dad about it. Then i go to study in an ancient building surrounded by a beautiful garden. I wake up for the third time and write down the dream.
Posed in an endless
In and out
Out and in
Cobwebs in corners
By made-up sighs
Bleeding to death
Of us all.
|—||R. H. Blyth (via lazylucid)|