When the heart opens, we forget ourselves and the world pours in. Roger Housden More Quotes by Roger Housden More Quotes From Roger Housden When we fall utterly, something gathers us up. But our falling must be without reservation, without expectation, without hope, though not hopeless. You cant plan that kind of falling. When you abandon yourself utterly to life, the river will flow, and the log jam will free. Impossible is another word for grace. Who wouldve thought it, life takes another turn, and you are gathered up into a whole different way of seeing and being. Roger Housden expectationsriversfall Time, for example, is intimately connected with the goddess Kali, which partly accounts for her destructive nature. Energy - in Einstein's equation, E=MC2 - is personified in India as Shakti in her various guises. Roger Housden indiaenergyexample The heart, like the grape, is prone to delivering its harvest in the same moment it appears to be crushed. Roger Housden harvestmomentsheart I bring my attention to my hands on the steering wheel and notice how the chatter in my mind begins to fall away as my breathing slows. I'm awake and alive, simply driving the car going where I need to go, on time and in time. A still point of the turning world. With that awareness, I bring my attention into my body, and the body is the doorway to the timeless, because the body is always where we are and always in the present moment. Roger Housden breathinghandsfall In today's world it is deceptively easy to lose sight of our direction and the things that matter and give us joy. How quickly the days can slip by, the years all gone, and we, at the end of our lives, mourning the life we dreamed of but never lived. Poetry urges us to stand once and for all, and now, in the heart of our own life. Roger Housden sightheartyears Day by day, tiny specks of us float away. Roger Housden specksfloatstiny To keep faith with life is to experience that everything- everything that comes to us whatever it is- has its place in the puzzle of our existence. Roger Housden keep-the-faithexistencelife-is If you allow yourself to fully feel the life you're in - not conceptually, but viscerally in the present moment - then that is inherently meaningful. Roger Housden momentsfeelsmeaningful Love, like everything else, exists in a spectrum. Love of another, love of the world, love of God, all these loves are really one love in different degrees of light and density. Roger Housden world-lovedegreeslight When the heart opens, we forget ourselves and the world pours in: this world, and also the invisible world of meaning that sustains everything that was and ever shall be. Roger Housden heartforgetworld Be willing to be where you actually are. In my experience, that is the most inherently meaningful experience you can have. Roger Housden willingmeaningful When you die, God and the Angels will hold you accountable for all the pleasures you were allowed in life that you denied yourself. Roger Housden diespleasureangel The everyday, familiar sense of self who lives in time, and that dimension which we've called presence, that is always here, that is still and quiet. Roger Housden dimensionseverydayself We can acquire as much knowledge as we would like with a few taps on our keyboard. That's extremely valuable, but wisdom comes again from some different dimension. Roger Housden keyboardsdimensionsdifferent We live in an age of knowledge, with the great god Google, that we can refer to at any time on any subject. Roger Housden googlesubjectsage A knowing of what needs to be done or what needs to be said or what needs to happen at any given time. That is wisdom and wisdom does not come from the accumulation of knowledge. Roger Housden knowingdoeneeds It is from that region of silence, that wordless knowing comes. Roger Housden regionssilenceknowing I don't think one can run out and try and chase love. Roger Housden runningtryingthinking I belong on this earth in the way that an oak tree does. Roger Housden doetreeway I woke up early one morning a couple of years ago and felt the tenderness of my being alone, the bitter sweetness of it. It has many colors, being alone. I walked out into my living room and I can say honestly that everything was pouring with life - the red sofa, the chairs with their patterns of roses, even the coffee table with its scattering of books. Everything was alive with the presence of being. Seeing the world though those eyes, I realized that I could never really be alone. Roger Housden couplemorningbook
