“When listening to another person, don't just listen with your mind, listen with your whole body. Feel the energy field of your inner body as you listen.That takes attention away from thinking and creates a still space that enables you to truly listen without the mind interfering. You are giving the other person space-space to be. It is the most precious gift you can give.” ThinkingGivingFeelsMindPersonsStillsWholeBodyEnergySpaceAttentionFieldsListeningInterfereJust ListenPrecious GiftsEnergy Fields Author:Eckhart Tolle
“Straight away, remove yourself from the field of spiritual progression , stay away from contemplation and skillful discourse, do not do research or meditate on the divinities, and stop concentrating and reciting textbooks! Tell me, what is the absolute nature of reality which allows no room for doubt? Listen carefully! Stop holding on to this or that, inhabit your true absolute nature, and peacefully enjoy the essence of what it is to be alive!” LifeWisdomRealitySpiritualFaithEnjoyRoomsDoubtMeditationAliveAwarenessHuman NatureFieldsInspirational LifeListeningMindfulnessMusicianResearchEssenceAbsolutesCarefulAwakeningBuddhistLive LifeContemplationDivinityRemoveAllowingSpiritual WisdomDiscourseStoppingLiving My LifeEnjoy LifeTheologianHolding OnProgressionSpiritual AwakeningTextbooksConcentratingSkillfulReciting Author:Abhinavagupta
“Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, See how these names are fêted in the waving grass And by the streamers of the white cloud And whispers of the wind in the listening sky. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre. Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun And left the vivid air signed with their honour.” HeartNamesLeftBornWhiteSunFireAirSkyFieldsWindListeningHighestCloudsSnowGrassHonourCentreVividWhite Clouds Author:Stephen Spender
“A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile, Unyoked, to bite the herbage, and his dog Sleeps stretched beside the door-stone in the shade. Now the gray marmot, with uplifted paws, No more sits listening by his den, but steals Abroad, in safety, to the clover-field, And crops its juicy-blossoms.” LeftHoursSleepSilenceDoorsDogFieldsListeningStonesSafetyStealingGrayShadeBitesReignCropsDwellingSteersSabbathLaborersPawsDensJuicyClovers Author:William C. Bryant
“In all cultures, it is the task of a religion to close the field of contingency ...and to set up havens of the absolute where it is possible to be led from acting to listening, from having to being, from planning to hoping, from judging to forgiving from the finite into the infinite. A society in which such open spaces of eternity do not exist or are only insufficiently developed dies of itself due to lack of air to breathe.” DiesCultureSpaceActingAirHavensFieldsJudgingListeningTasksEternityAbsolutesInfiniteForgivingDuesBreathePlanningFiniteContingencyOpen Spaces Author:Eugen Drewermann
“I grew up in San Francisco. My parents were not hippies; they were writers. They were very active politically, but on the intellectual side, not on the "taking drugs in a field and listening to the Grateful Dead" side.” ParentSidesFieldsListeningGrewDrugGrew UpIntellectualGratefulActiveSan FranciscoHippie Author:Winona Ryder
“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.” MenWantI CanFactsAbleLife IsDesireNightGirlInterestSleepWalksDangerFieldsListeningSceneFemaleWestSoldierIntimacyCrewAssaultInvitationsConsumingSailorSpoiledSeducingBatteriesOpen FieldsMisconstrued Author:Sylvia Plath