John Saward – January 20, 2018 at 08:05AM

I could imagine sliding away out of the world into a deeper world where there is a garden, a man, a woman, dreaming together of a world where we have had to be apart, and the birds, the raucous and sublimely peaceful trilling of the birds of the garden that is our home, calling us back to reality, and a naked stroll to the stream to wash our dream of separation away, and then the conjuring of another perfect day.

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John Saward – January 20, 2018 at 07:57AM

[It’s apparent especially when I am very very quiet – like a signature wave of beingness, at core of mind, absent of thought or feeling, but identifiable as this me, in harmony with the one, absolute peace, free of fear, timeless, sublime, no movement of consciousness, just aware; personal because it arises undeniably as person here, now, mortal, from the eternal incessant immortal sea of multiplicity of person waves, and all else, all of that fundamentally woven into a tapestry, a field, reality, and here in this is me. Undeniably.]

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John Saward – January 19, 2018 at 10:49PM

“An indescribable emptiness remained — a state of absolute oneness, without a single moment of duality. There was only pure awareness — a transcendent and marvelous state of perfect tranquility, totally devoid of distinguishing characteristics — the vibrant emptiness of
the mind’s true essence.”

— Bhikkhu Dick Sīlaratano

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