Here I am, safely returned over those peaks from a journey far more beautiful and strange than anything I had hoped for or imagined - how is it that this safe return brings such regret?
Peter MatthiessenRead
Where to begin? Do we measure the relaxing of the feet? The moment when the eye glimpses the hawk, when instinct functions? For in this pure action, this pure moving of the bird, there is no time, no space, but only the free doing-being of this very moment -now!
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the significance of being fully present in the moment, free from distractions of time and space.
Peter Matthiessen's quote invites us to reflect on the essence of pure action and existence that transcends the constraints of time and space. It highlights the idea that true awareness and fulfillment can be found in the simplicity of the present moment, akin to the instinctual movements of nature that operate outside the bounds of our often chaotic lives.
In practice
In a mindfulness workshop, to emphasize the significance of living in the now.
Here I am, safely returned over those peaks from a journey far more beautiful and strange than anything I had hoped for or imagined - how is it that this safe return brings such regret?
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And only the enlightened can recall their former lives; for the rest of us, the memories of past existences are but glints of light, twinges of longing, passing shadows, disturbingly familiar, that are gone before they can be grasped, like the passage of that silver bird on Dhaulagiri.
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The end of labor is to gain leisure.
Racism is predictable. It's predicted by interaction or lack thereof with people unlike you, people of other races.
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The truth is that every morning war is declared afresh. And the men who wish to continue it are as guilty as the men who began it, more guilty perhaps, for the latter perhaps did not foresee all its horrors.
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