The One-Minute Seeker
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This posting will take you less than a minute to read.
In days gone by, classic “seekers” had to endure a ton of trials and tribulations to find what they were looking for. They walked across deserts. They fasted. They hunted for the ONE in faraway places.
No more. Those days are over. The game has changed. Things have heated up, big time.
Now, that which you are looking for is looking for you. Your inner questing for something timeless, pure, and full of love has been responded to.
Really.
Excerpted from The Heart of the Matter
Read MoreStep right up and buy some peace !
Ok….this morning I was sent an email advertisement which wanted me to step right up and buy some peace of mind. And I thought to myself, ” This is peace of mind? hmmmm…. say what?”
Am I the only one who missed it? Did you know that peace of mind can be shopped for, bought at the local super market, shopping mall, or the drug store ?
Maybe it comes in capsule form and I just didn’t see it. Was it in that wine bottle, or maybe down the cereal aisle? If it was, I didn’t feel it.
And what do you suppose it costs? A few quarters………one dollar…. ten? Can anybody afford it, or is it only for the elite, the wealthy? Does it work instantly or is it time- released ? Is it for real or are you ripping me off?
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Yes this experience is all about your breath,
but sincerely said it is much more than that,
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The Internet Cafe.
Wireless Wonderful Life.
Music is almost as old as Smell, in the category of Primitive Sensations.
Ok, it’s like this: it takes you for a ride. And it can be a very sweet sensation. We humans are such a mix of sensibilities: memory, emotion, intellect, intelligence, intuition, silent knowing, dreaming. And our brains, our whole beings are so amazingly developed to savour sensation, to ‘parse’ the delicate labyrinth of “enjoyment”.
Kind of like food, and the art of “tasting”; we’re so wired for pleasure. You know how food seduces you the moment you walk into the house: that definite, even if faint, fragrance in the air. Someone’s been making home-made bread, and the sweet cotton of roasted wheat and butter sends its fingers on a mission: to find You! And the honing in, we move down the hall and the aroma becomes seductive, perhaps mingled with the gentle clanking of cookware. Everything in us stands at attention – the sweet soldiers of Appreciation, trained as early as cradle-babes in mother’s pantry.
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