This is a description, that allows to understand how meditation influences the daily life and how the daily life influences meditation, making out of both a path of two ways. Since, both start where the other ends and ends where the other starts.
The story goes like this: The anchorite was meditating about the deep silence, the mind was already governed and the stillness was contemplated as ocean of peace.
It was not a blank mind, neither partly or completely empty, rather, the mind prospers in the plenitude of the glory, in the supreme spirituality of universal union, that allows no distance of separation between man and the universe, and this is not to feel as owner of glory or power, but rather is giving up ties and been as boat navigating in the river while the stream takes it, and the only difference between this idea and truth is that instead of the boat, is the mind and instead of the river, is the infinite. And the journey, in the first case, takes to the sea and in this case, to eternity.
Meditating, he was, then, and a drop of cold rain, by the freshness of the morning, fell over his hot cheek, because of the force of the potent energy liberated while in deep concentration.
The contrast, then, between cold and hot, gave the anchorite, the opportunity of not extending into the eternal but in concentrating in the insignificant, in that present, brief and unexplainable, but perdurable in some way, because for him while meditating, the drop of water became in that instant, into total reality, revealing to the mystery of life.
In the same way, a child when been born, takes air and then gives a cry, as foretelling with his laugh and cry that there is much journey to cover.
Since is the beginning and the crucial moment, where we all cross over that threshold which is life and which is death. And it is then, a constant birth, dying, reviving, in which the purpose, reclaims and that in meditation exalts, by leaving in the mind, silence, calm, to reclaim itself in the vast horizon of today, of now and this has to do, with the art of seen and self seen.
In this way, the one who meditates and the meditation of life itself, are always only one life, and the same and constant meditation.
The story goes like this: The anchorite was meditating about the deep silence, the mind was already governed and the stillness was contemplated as ocean of peace.
It was not a blank mind, neither partly or completely empty, rather, the mind prospers in the plenitude of the glory, in the supreme spirituality of universal union, that allows no distance of separation between man and the universe, and this is not to feel as owner of glory or power, but rather is giving up ties and been as boat navigating in the river while the stream takes it, and the only difference between this idea and truth is that instead of the boat, is the mind and instead of the river, is the infinite. And the journey, in the first case, takes to the sea and in this case, to eternity.
Meditating, he was, then, and a drop of cold rain, by the freshness of the morning, fell over his hot cheek, because of the force of the potent energy liberated while in deep concentration.
The contrast, then, between cold and hot, gave the anchorite, the opportunity of not extending into the eternal but in concentrating in the insignificant, in that present, brief and unexplainable, but perdurable in some way, because for him while meditating, the drop of water became in that instant, into total reality, revealing to the mystery of life.
In the same way, a child when been born, takes air and then gives a cry, as foretelling with his laugh and cry that there is much journey to cover.
Since is the beginning and the crucial moment, where we all cross over that threshold which is life and which is death. And it is then, a constant birth, dying, reviving, in which the purpose, reclaims and that in meditation exalts, by leaving in the mind, silence, calm, to reclaim itself in the vast horizon of today, of now and this has to do, with the art of seen and self seen.
In this way, the one who meditates and the meditation of life itself, are always only one life, and the same and constant meditation.
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