Vipassana Week:
Blessings are showering over us, like raindrops tickling our skin. Yesterday Swaha thrilled us with his presence in a beautiful Silent Sitting. Leaving us pure as nature after rain – colors brighter, air cleansed…
In awe we breathe in this magical gift of life, purified through the blessings showered upon us by the Beloved.
The sitting turned into a blissful Satsang, which you can listen to below.
Vipassana Week:
We are resting into Silence. Clouds pass overhead, sometimes covering the whole sky, other times just casting some shadow.
The sun again shines through, and nature opens the intensity of its colors – glowing – shining. The warmth and the light – like a kiss of the Beloved, softly touching our skin.
As we dive deeper into the innocence of the Silent Heart, trust is unveiled and embraces us with its care.
We can trust our wise hearts – as the swallow trusts its wings. We can trust Existence to sustain us – as the swallow trusts the air that bears it up.
We nurture the Love and Silence within us, waiting for the sun. And the moment the clouds pass, our eyes shine and our hearts glow, like nature all around us, bathing in golden sunshine.
Below you can listen to the Satsang from yesterday.
Vipassana Week:
Below you can listen to the Satsang from yesterday.
Rebirthing Week:
Below you can listen to the Satsang from yesterday.
Rebirthing Week:
When we least expect it, the Beloved appears – and then all else vanishes, and only His touch is left. Thursday, He appeared in Silent Sitting, being present with us, without words.
As we relax deeper into the silence, the petals of our hearts unfold, more and more receptive to this beautiful, mysterious gift of life.
We breathe in this magical forest, the branches stroking the seemingly empty air. Flags flutter, and straw is blown lightly. The wind expresses its love, soft and silent one moment, wild and passionate the next.
Sometimes we sit and cradle our own thoughts, letting our inner processes unfold. Then, catching sight of swallows flitting over their own reflection in the lake – suddenly diving through the mirror. Fearless. Mindless.
Lying in the grass, sinking into the embrace of Mother Earth, we feel the caress of the branches overhead, playing with the breeze. The swallows dive and swerve, tickling the stomach. Moments with no separation. No fear. No mind.
At one with the ground we lay on, receptive to this miracle of life – silent – to hear our hearts giggling. Immensely grateful for Here, for Now.
Below you can listen to the Satsang from yesterday.
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