Trying to practice silence, imposing stillness on the mind,
is not meditation, but a subtle form of violence.
is not meditation, but a subtle form of violence.
To control thoughts, force them out of the mind, or concentrate
on one thought to the exclusion of others, is not meditation but
oppression. And to repeat an affirmation over and over again is
not truth: it is control and denial. The affirmation tries to will
away a feared condition by drilling down into a description of its
opposite. But behind the affirmation is the fear that the opposite
is true, and this fear tacitly empowers what it fears.
on one thought to the exclusion of others, is not meditation but
oppression. And to repeat an affirmation over and over again is
not truth: it is control and denial. The affirmation tries to will
away a feared condition by drilling down into a description of its
opposite. But behind the affirmation is the fear that the opposite
is true, and this fear tacitly empowers what it fears.
We pride ourselves in our techniques of "self-discipline." But
self-discipline is the inward idol of the authoritarian mind. Who
is the self that disciplines the mind? Who disciplines that self
An infinite regression of selves to be disciplined, until one finally
surrenders...
self-discipline is the inward idol of the authoritarian mind. Who
is the self that disciplines the mind? Who disciplines that self
An infinite regression of selves to be disciplined, until one finally
surrenders...
True meditation is the weary traveler who lets go of the quest,
takes off her clothes, leaves the path, and slips naked into a forest
pool. She washes the journey from her glistening brown body.
takes off her clothes, leaves the path, and slips naked into a forest
pool. She washes the journey from her glistening brown body.
Just so, the mind slips off one veil of thought after another,
sinking deeper into more luminous layers of silence, until the
dark effervescent stillness beyond thought immerses her. It is a
stillness that can only be discovered, never imposed. No thought
can produce the vast tranquility that lies between thoughts, just
as no star, however bright, can contain the vast night around it.
In this divine darkness, she joyfully drowns...
sinking deeper into more luminous layers of silence, until the
dark effervescent stillness beyond thought immerses her. It is a
stillness that can only be discovered, never imposed. No thought
can produce the vast tranquility that lies between thoughts, just
as no star, however bright, can contain the vast night around it.
In this divine darkness, she joyfully drowns...
True meditation doesn't require hours of sitting. For just a few
minutes, one dives into the secret pool of eternity, then emerges
totally refreshed, re-created, reborn from the womb of amazement.
minutes, one dives into the secret pool of eternity, then emerges
totally refreshed, re-created, reborn from the womb of amazement.
Fred LaMotte
Uradiance
Uradiance
The Silence of emptiness pervades all forms. It is the primordial
Silence of God, gushing tears from the spring of bliss in the
womb of creation. True Silence is the mother of poetry, the
mother of art, the mother of music.
Silence of God, gushing tears from the spring of bliss in the
womb of creation. True Silence is the mother of poetry, the
mother of art, the mother of music.
Fred LaMotte
Excerpt From - "True Silence"
Excerpt From - "True Silence"
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