Tag: Meditation

By curbing his tongue, a man gains possession of his mind. The fool babbles, gossips, argues, and bandies words. He glories in the fact that he has had the last word, and has silenced his opponent. He exults in his own folly, is ever on the defensive, and wastes his energies in unprofitable channels. He is like a gardener who continues to dig and plant in unproductive soil. The wise man avoids idle words, gossips, vain argument, and self-defence. He is content to appear defeated; rejoices when he is defeated; knowing that, having found and removed another error in himself, he has thereby become wiser. Blessed is he who does not strive for the last word. — James Allen

The true silence is not merely a silent tongue; it is a silent mind. To merely hold one’s tongue, and yet to carry about a disturbed and rankling mind, is no remedy for weakness, and no source of power.  Silentness, to be powerful, must envelop the whole mind, must permeate every chamber of the heart; it must be the silence of peace.  To this broad, deep, abiding silentness a man attains only in the measure that he conquers himself.  — James Allen

When I am in harmony with the Creative Force, I am aligned with what I am here to be. I am then present in what I do with clarity and focus, awareness and mindfulness.

Let a man realize that life in its totality proceeds from the mind, and lo, the way of blessedness is opened up to him! For he will then discover that he possesses the power to rule his mind and to fashion it in accordance with his Ideal.

So will he elect to strongly and steadfastly walk those pathways of thought and action which are altogether excellent; to him life will become beautiful and sacred; and, sooner or later, he will put to flight all evil, confusion, and suffering; for it is impossible for a man to fall short of liberation, enlightenment, and peace, who guards with unwearying diligence the gateway of his heart.

When a man’s soul is clouded with selfishness in any or every form, he loses the power of spiritual discrimination and confuses the temporal with the eternal.

Men cling to and gratify the flesh as though it were going to last forever, and though they try to forget the nearness and inevitability of its dissolution, the dread of death and of loss of all that they cling to clouds their happiest hours and the chilling shadow of their own selfishness follows them like a remorseless spectre.

And with the accumulation of temporal comforts and luxuries, the divinity within men is drugged, and  they sink deeper and deeper into materiality, into the perishable life of the senses; and where there is sufficient intellect, theories concerning the immortality of the flesh come to be regarded as infallible truths.

When I stop worrying about the past and the future, that space is filled with stillness and with silence. I am here now, experiencing the fullness of my being.

“Each day I sow a seed in my meditation practice that is germinating into awareness.”