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A meditation a day ..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_nU0iEDQhs
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Adder wrote: My meditation today is that awareness is like a patch of grass, each blade an iteration of self. The 'ocean of
calamitycalm' being the plane of the tips of each blade for each blade is either standing upright at some level of momentum and connection upwards, or leaning over into the middle in a rested low energy phase. As environment reflects onto the grass the more successful blades grow roots out which propagate throughout the physical body in preparation for action, until the resultant conduct manifests as a single flower... before it itself becoming the path for new grass to emerge, and repeat. I guess its just a visualization of the decision making process which might represent some basis for awareness, as we are all a bit opinionated even if we choose to keep it to ourselves
That is awesome Adder
Here is a nice tune to go with that

https://soundcloud.com/nikita-romashko/2814-6
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The sages regard as wise he who never has any anxiety for the fruits of his actions.
- The Bhagavad Gita
Reflection
We usually take action because we desire the fruits of it. The result. We are motivated by the goal, and what it will bring us.
What’s the problem with that? When we are fully focused on the goal, our actions are often ridden by ego. There is an underlying anxiety about the future. And a sense of restlessness and haste in the process. Our actions are feeding our desires; and if they are not met to the level of our expectations, there is suffering, frustration, disappointment.
Another way of acting is by fully focusing on the task itself. The process. Because if you are walking on the right direction, then there is reward and fulfilment in the path itself. You are not egotistical about the end goal, nor anxious about the result. You are simply doing your thing, like the calligraphy master in the picture above (from Hero). You are in the zone, in flow.
Letting go of our attachments to the fruit of our actions allow our attention to fall back into the present moment. Into the next step. And if we take care of each step, moment after moment, then we have already arrived.
Exercise
What are the areas in your life where you are too much focused on the end-result, and not on the process? If you can’t find enjoyment and meaning in the path itself, is it possible that this path is not for you?
Giovanni Dienstmann
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Why should the way I feel depend on the thoughts on someone else's head?
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Reflection
Caring about what other people think about you is a source of much frustration, worry, and anxiety. And yet most people waste a lot of thought energy like this.
Each human being is a unique world in itself. Each person has unique perspectives, preferences, and opinions - many of which may be completely wrong or irrational. How they think of you is simply how you fit into their mix of mental conditioning.
When you worry about what someone else thinks of your, you are sacrificing your own authenticity. You are submitting your personal power to a set of beliefs and biases that are alien to you. Moreover, you are worrying about things you have no power to control. All of these are disempowering.
Exercise
Next time you catch yourself worrying about what someone else is thinking of you, just remember this simple fact: “They are not thinking of you. They are thinking about what you are thinking of them.”
And even if they were, remember that their thoughts are limited to the circumference of their head. There is nothing compelling you to believe in them, to justify yourself against them. There is no need even to acknowledge them.
Giovanni Dienstmann
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But Buddha’s disciples became angry, and they reacted. His closest disciple, Ananda, said, “This is too much. We cannot tolerate it. He has to be punished for it, otherwise everybody will start doing things like this!”
Buddha said, “You keep silent. He has not offended me, but you are offending me. He is new, a stranger. He must have heard from people something about me, that this man is an atheist, a dangerous man who is throwing people off their track, a revolutionary, a corrupter. And he may have formed some idea, a notion of me. He has not spit on me, he has spit on his notion. He has spit on his idea of me because he does not know me at all, so how can he spit on me?
“If you think on it deeply,” Buddha said, “he has spit on his own mind. I am not part of it, and I can see that this poor man must have something else to say because this is a way of saying something. Spitting is a way of saying something. There are moments when you feel that language is impotent: in deep love, in intense anger, in hate, in prayer. There are intense moments when language is impotent. Then you have to do something. When you are angry, intensely angry, you hit the person, you spit on him, you are saying something. I can understand him. He must have something more to say, that’s why I’m asking, “What next?”
The man was even more puzzled! And Buddha said to his disciples, “I am more offended by you because you know me, and you have lived for years with me, and still you react.”
Puzzled, confused, the man returned home. He could not sleep the whole night. When you see a Buddha, it is difficult, impossible to sleep anymore the way you used to sleep before. Again and again he was haunted by the experience. He could not explain it to himself, what had happened. He was trembling all over, sweating and soaking the sheets. He had never come across such a man; the Buddha had shattered his whole mind and his whole pattern, his whole past.
The next morning he went back. He threw himself at Buddha’s feet. Buddha asked him again, “What next? This, too, is a way of saying something that cannot be said in language. When you come and touch my feet, you are saying something that cannot be said ordinarily, for which all words are too narrow; it cannot be contained in them.” Buddha said, “Look, Ananda, this man is again here, he is saying something. This man is a man of deep emotions.”
The man looked at Buddha and said, “Forgive me for what I did yesterday.”
Buddha said, “Forgive? But I am not the same man to whom you did it. The Ganges goes on flowing, it is never the same Ganges again. Every man is a river. The man you spit upon is no longer here. I look just like him, but I am not the same, much has happened in these twenty-four hours! The river has flowed so much. So I cannot forgive you because I have no grudge against you.
“And you also are new. I can see you are not the same man who came yesterday because that man was angry and he spit, whereas you are bowing at my feet, touching my feet. How can you be the same man? You are not the same man, so let us forget about it. Those two people, the man who spit and the man on whom he spit, both are no more. Come closer. Let us talk of something else.”
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