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imagine a life without suffering

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Gratitude to Joyce T for introducing me to the writing and teaching of Jan Frazier – we welcome her to our list of wideawake women.

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Imagine a life without suffering. Not because bad things have stopped happening in the world or in your personal life. But because your orientation to them has changed. Your orientation to yourself has changed. The end of suffering comes about when you find your way to that primeval sweetness that has never left you, which is the essence of every human being. This essence has never known the swelling of pride or the grip of fear. It has never been lonely or ambitious. When the familiar sense of who you are has softened and grown light, when it is allowed to fall away, what remains is a pool of calm delight. You no longer ask things of your life. Each moment is enough, as it is. Life lived within that awareness is heaven on earth. It is human nature allowed to come to full flower.

~ Jan Frazier

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a nothing that is utter plenitude

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This Unlit Light - Lotus by Bahman Farzad

 

Sitting on the magic zafu this morning pondering some words from Nisargadatta that were included in one of this week’s Nonduality Highlights.  Words about wanting nothing.

Going deep into the significance of a wantless life.  And deeper still.  Falling feather-light below the limn of language, down down into the body’s beatland.

 … wanting nothing from God or the world, desiring nothing,
expecting nothing, projecting nothing …

 
Feeling the skin on the back of my scalp tingle and loosen.  a contraction in my stomach – nausea, it wants to heave – then release and pins and needles cascading down through the gut.  Then a sense of porosity, no idea where my body begins and ends as it streams out into the quantum soup.  Eyes, these eyes, the eyes of mankind, the universe perceiving Itself, ears, nose, same.  Brain feeling like a flower opening (I’ve never felt my brain before).  Hair standing on end.  Shockwave after shockwave.  Tsunami of tears.

a flowering, a beating, a breathing
a nothing that is utter plenitude

 

That is all and It is all.

 

Image by Bahman Farzad