SSHSIHANAKA

Exploring, Drawing, Cosmic Wonder, Music

[sshsihanaka]

RECIPE FOR THESE 2 WEEKS OF BLISS SRS BLISS BALLS are currently featured in my stories. I can repost anytime 4 you tho. These are actually great because they are so rich with cacao that it means I wont eat 3 a day. Phew! 😋 ALSO! Please subscribe to my mailing list, link on my profile! Ill be sharing moon conversations and sending out illustrated recipes every full moon! Next one coming early March! Blessings and Salutations! ♡☆°•○

[cardamomolover]

When Guru Gobind Singh said, ‘Ang sang wahe guru,’ it was the most brilliant of ideas. If you can really convince yourself that every limb, that every movement of your limbs is attached to Divinity, you can never accept disloyalty, betrayal, cheating or any kind of game.

Yogi Bhajan (via cardamomolover)

[aspiritualwarrior]

The physical body is a temple. Take care of it. The mind is energy. Regulate it. The soul is projection. Represent it. All knowledge is false if the soul is not experienced in the body.

Yogi Bhajan (via aspiritualwarrior)

[cedarseeds]

There is nothing in this world that can block you. What blocks you is you. You think you are miserable. Another person may not think you are miserable, until you tell him you are.

Yogi Bhajan (via cedarseeds)

[sunbathe]

[rai-r]

[motherofhermes]

What in your life is calling you, when all the noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned, the lists laid aside, and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest, what still pulls on your soul?

Rumi (via motherofhermes)

[ashramof1-deactivated20201019]

Stillness

In this moment Stillness waits Behind this word Stillness waits Behind this thought Stillness waits Behind this sorrow Stillness waits

The Hindu calendar says A day of Brahma- One kalpa- Runs for 4.32 billion years.

And behind that time chewing infinity grinding calendar

Stillness waits

[julesofnature]

WHY! who makes much of a miracle? As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,           Or stand under trees in the woods, Or talk by day with any one I love—or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love, Or sit at table at dinner with my mother, Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car, Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon,    Or animals feeding in the fields, Or birds—or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down—or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring; Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best—mechanics, boatmen, farmers,    Or among the savans—or to the soiree—or to the opera, Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery, Or behold children at their sports, Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old woman, Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial,    Or my own eyes and figure in the glass; These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, The whole referring—yet each distinct, and in its place.   To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,    Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, Every foot of the interior swarms with the same; Every spear of grass—the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that concerns them, All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.   To me the sea is a continual miracle;    The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the ships, with men in them, What stranger miracles are there?

‘Miracles’ by Walt Whitman (via julesofnature)

[julesofnature]

“…re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.  ― Walt Whitman

[ashramof1-deactivated20201019]

Shiva as Nataraja dances the universe into existence. This universe is His divine Dance. Everything bubbles forth, in and out of existence like bursts of particles in a  large hadron collider. It is no coincidence that a giant bronze of Nataraja greets visitors at CERN the worlds most famous particle accelerator:

Shiva as Nataraja embodies the Divine Creative Impulse.

You, me, this flower  This hummingbird, that butterfly. All his dance.

Why a dancer? Because dance is the only art form where the form and the performer cannot be separated: No dancer, no dance.

And his mighty drum thunders the colours and polyrhythms of creation. Hands whirling frozen now in grace and balance. His dance is circumferenced by Mahakala, the wheel of time, ablaze with circular movement. One foot raised in sudden benevolence, the other treads lightly on the twisted dwarf form of the ego, the small self.

And all around us His Dance: In your sleep, In your dreams, In your waking hours, In your every heartbeat, And in every breath:

Shiva dances. Self absorbed. And in bliss.

Picture : www.bibliolore.org

[motherofhermes]

[motherofhermes]

The more freely gratitude floods through you, the more you will have to be grateful for. Everything you encounter, bitter and sweet, will be a gift, a teaching, a nourishment to that which is growing in silence within you. This is real abundance. This is wealth you cannot ever lose.

From Conversations with Plato (via motherofhermes)

[ohcallum]

[ashramof1-deactivated20201019]

Om Shanti Shanti Shantih:

[sshsihanaka]

A good food intermission featuring my beautiful friends in trinidad, Cuba 💛

[julesofnature]

“Use your senses fully. Be where you are. Look around. Just look, don’t interpret. See the light, shapes, colors, textures. Be aware of the silent presence of each thing. Be aware of the space that allows everything to be. Listen to the sounds; don’t judge them.  Listen to the silence.” — Eckhart Tolle

[ashramof1-deactivated20201019]

If a man thinks that his happiness is due to external causes and his possessions, it is reasonable to conclude that his happiness must increase with the increase of possessions and diminish in proportion to their diminution. Therefore if he is devoid of possessions, his happiness should be nil. What is the real experience of man? Does it conform to this view? In deep sleep man is devoid of possessions, including his own body. Instead of being unhappy he is quite happy. Everyone desires to sleep soundly. The conclusion is that happiness is inherent in man and is not due to external causes. One must realise the Self in order to open the store of unalloyed happiness.

Ramana Maharshi (via ashramof1)