People in poorer countries often deal with poverty and unfair treatment by keeping up their spirits with humor. They don’t necessarily a lot of jokes but just see the funny side of life and are happy with one another’s company. They do not need new presents and compliments on a regular basis to stay happy.
Scheherazade knew a great truth: the telling and the hearing of stories, the exchange of tales and sagas is the deep breath of human life. Listening and telling are the inhalation and exhalation of human experience. We move, each day, on an ocean of stories, tales, jokes, reports elegies, confessions. We are sustained in our lives by unending narratives. It is the air we breathe.
Spiritual awakening is an experience of the heart not the mind; once we drop into our heart and feel the natural longing for the divine, can our hearts begin to open, revealing the divine with us all along.
APORIA In memory of Aleksander Wat it looks it sees at a single (infinitesimally small) point the consciousness of the universe the thing it looks… Read More »APORIA
The root is what connects us to this beautiful earth that we are part of. We are born of the organic matter of the universe and physically recycled at this frequency until such a time that we have evolved enough to move beyond known reality.
In the installation artist and painter Viera Collaro’s artistic universe, light, color, space and reflexes have center stage. The light is the overall force. Clear and poetic, the works beam at the viewer and offer a boundary removing room for thought.
The second article in the series of What Makes a Teenager Happy, by Brenna Lewis: Happiness is a mysterious thing. Some say happiness must be fostered, manufactured. Others say happiness is just that, happiness and cannot be chosen.
Song rose in his heart as from a distant mountain spring. He joined his hands in prayer. He sang, and his song was like a life-giving river. He sang, and the sky shone with his melodious voice. Shine in the sky, O pearl pure Ganges. O pearl pure Ganges, O river of milk, O life of all, O river of blood, O love.
For centuries meditators have been using songs to remind themselves of very important key points. This song is about life and death. It’s especially about how to use every situation and every experience to improve and liberate our minds.
LEVEKUNST art of life is happy to introduce a music series about David Hykes and his work. Described by the New York Times as a composer-mystic, he is also a singer, meditation teacher, visual artist, cultural contemplative, and a recognized pioneer and respected teacher of musical spirituality and contemplative practice.
What makes a teenager happy? Stephanie Wimmer-Davison, the academic director of a private school in Switzerland, wrote to LEVEKUNST art of life about an interesting… Read More »WHAT MAKES A TEENAGER HAPPY? BY TANYIA NAIK
Let us not stop asking ourselves why we are here, Let us not pretend to be content without conquering our fears, Let us not give up our chances, Let us not foolishly act helpless blaming circumstances.
From the magical net of the knowledges-holders the guru vidyadharas, here are two profound verses, declarations of ultimate confidence, the self-confirmation of our timeless divine nature.
Okay let me pretend, let me begin, Let me again separate without and within, In an attempt to speak the truth let me become a liar,
Lets once again try to define the flavor of forever.
At first she was horrified, doing her best to keep them out by stuffing an old blanket into the crevice beneath the door so that they couldn’t get into her bedroom. But they easily chewed and clawed their way through whatever barrier she put there, until finally she gave up fighting them.
When I paint it is easy in the beginning, then there is often a period of struggle. Suddenly a flow comes and its so easy, sometimes even like someone else is painting. To me there is parallels with painting and meditation, says the Swedish painter Monica Riton.
The black crow lay broken. The body open. The insides of a once warm breast, spilled now, upon tarred street, and exposed to city dust.
In our every living moment, the torma ultimately means the space within which every experience unfold and the wakeful knowing that experiences. These are not two, subject and object, but an indivisible unity. The torma offering is to transcend this duality. ~Erik Pema Kunsang.
The truth he transcended, And with it worldliness he ended, The garden of virtue he well tended, And became so alive that we seemed dead. He saw of what he was made, Or rather in truth “unmade”
For those who search blindfolded and find nothing, and for those who are given a chance to find an answer without searching. For those who look for a new place because they cannot fulfill their energy, and for those who look for a place where life would be more pleasant. For those who build houses and feel living in them is like living in a waiting-room in a bus stop.
