Mijn requiem top-10:
Requiem Gabriel Fauré Ein deutsches Requiem Johannes Brahms Requiem for a friend Zbigniew Preisner Messe de requiem Joao Domingos Bomtempo Déploration sur la mort d'Ockeghem Josquin Desprez Requiem Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Cadman requiem Gavin Bryars Requiem Peter Benoit Requiem Mikis Theodorakis Requiem Giuseppe Verdi
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Op mijn nachtkastje
Psychosynthese Roberto Assagioli
De mens en zijn symbolen Carl Jung
Een beknopte geschiedenis van alles Ken Wilber
Op zoek naar Shambhala Edwin Bernbaum
Psychosynthese en eeuwige wijsheid Ben Bos
Vipassana mediatatie William Hart
Een geschiedenis van God Karen Armstrong
Zeven wegen naar het zelf Piero Ferrucci
Meister Eckhart Meester van het niet-wetende weten Marcel Braekers
Het mysterie van de hersenstam Tjeu van den Berk
Je bent het zelf Ben Bos
Psychosynthese Will Parfitt
Wegen naar het paradijs Thomas Merton
Waarop wachten wij Notker Wolf
Ik ben de poort Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh
Laat heb ik je liefgehad Boris Todoroff
Levenswijsheid met een glimlach Lin Yutang
Mythen en bewustzijn Joseph Campbell
Het pad is het doel Chögyam Trungpa
Maria Magdalena Guido Kindt
Gij zult zijn als goden Erich Fromm
En naast mijn nachtkastje:
Jonathan Livingston Richard Bach
De alchemist Paulo Coelho
Zonder grenzen Ken Wilber
Het onbeschreven blad Steven Pinker
De schepping Franco Ferrucci
De kabbalist Geert Kimpen
Het numineuze Tjeu van den Berk Kluizenaars avonturen van eenzaamheid Freddy Derwahl
Zen, hier, nu Ruud van der Ham
Geheim India Paul Brunton
Zen therapie Davir Brazier
Vrede aanraken Thich Nhat Hanh
De schaduw van de wind Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Mystagogie inwijding in het symbolisch bewustzijn Tjeu van den Berk
De eenvoud van Zijn Ken Wilber
Ontmoeting met je schaduw Conny Zweig
Familieopstellingen Indra Torsten Preiss
Boek van levenskunst Anselm Grün
Het onzegbare en het onuitsprekelijke Ronald Commers
Over de wil Roberto Assagioli
Het directe pad Andrew Harvey
Wijsheid uit een leeg hoofd Jacob Liberman
Spirituele renaissance Victor Bulthuis
Vrouwelijke mystici Anne Bancroft
Oneindig dichtbij Matthieu Ricard & Trinh Xuan Thuan
Heel je leven Piero Ferrucci Sprekende stilte Han van den Boogaard
Variations sauvages Hélène Grimaud Oscar et la dame rose Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt
Hoe heb ik je lief Piet Weisfelt
Be as you are David Godman
Filosoferen over emoties Miriam van Reyen
Non-dualisme Philip Renard
Boeddhistische geesteshouding Alan Wallace
De ge-heel-de mens Raf Mertens
The eternal Pilgrim Ripley Webb
Awareness Osho Tau Teh Tsjing Lau-Tze
Et toi mon coeur pourquoi bats-tu? Jean d'Ormesson Zinvol toeval Frank Joseph
Het boeddhisme Edward Conze
Is God dood? Ulrich Libbrecht
Synchroniciteit Joseph Jaworski
Een ongewoon gesprek met God Neale Donald Walsch
Vita Pauli Hieronymus
Vipassana meditatie William Hart
Over levenskunst Joep Dohmen
De profeet Khalil Gibran
en naast het bed
Himalaya Michael Palin
De Transardense route Francoise Lempereur
Running with the mind of meditation Sakyong Mipham
Dakini's warm breath feminine principle in tibetan buddhism Judith Simmer-Brown
Nepal Dominicus
The rough Guide to Nepal
Insight Guide Nepal
Fietsparadijs Limburg
Adhishthana view and practice ngondro Mipham Rinpoche
Natural liberation Padmas teachings on the 6 bardos Gyatrul Rinpoche
Rebel Boeddha op weg naar vrijheid Dzogchen ponlop
Touching enlightenment finding realization in the body Regi Ray
Tantra the transformation of desire Lama Yeshe
Secret of the varja world tantric buddhism in tibet Reginald A. Ray
The perfect buddha Jeff Greenwald
Bevrijd je demonen Tsultrim Allione
Full catastrophe living Jon Kabat-Zinn
Wanneer de ijzeren arend vliegt Ayya Khema
Lady of the lotus-born Gyalwa Changchub
The wise heart Jack Kornfield
Meester over je eigen leven Sakyong Mipham
Stil de tijd Joke Hermsen
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een verkenning inspirerende, spirituele gedichten om rustig tegen de nacht aan te leunen...
01-02-2013
jetsunma tenzin palmo
But the very, very, present moment, if we can really experience the moment without mental commentary, just experience it there is no I there. And this is why it is so difficult for us.
There is an open spacious awareness. It doesnt mean that we become unconscious. On the contrary its when you, for a moment, you wake up. Its like we enter a whole completely much more vivid awareness. But because it is something which we are not habituated to, immediately the ego jumps in and starts commenting, and then weve lost it again.
tijd die je doorbrengt in nepal is een stof die je kunt inademen.
in het westen schiet de tijd voorbij met de meedogenloze en angstwekkende doelbewustheid van een wurgende klimplant - als in een versneld afgedraaide film.
een week, twee maanden, tien jaar vliegen voorbij als geheugenverlies, als een doorlopend spervuur van werkdagen, afspraken, televisieprogrammas, deadlines, etentjes, wassen en plassen, betalingen en telefoongesprekken.
gisteren, vandaag en morgen vallen over elkaar heen als sambo en de tijger, en vermengen zich tot een ondoorzichtige en kleverige siroop.
iets als nu bestaat niet; er is alleen een opeenvolging van laters, die hun hechtranken om de kalender slaan. de klauwen van de klimplant.......
the
key is: to be here, fully connected with the moment, paying attention to
the details of ordinary life
by taking care of ordinary things - our
pots and pans, our clothing, our teeth - we rejoice in them
when we
scrub a vegetable or brush our hair, we are expressing appreciation:
friendship toward ourselves and toward the living quality that is found
in everything.
What
is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude.
To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours - that is what you
must be able to attain. To be solitary as you were when you were a
child, when the grownups walked around involved with matters that seemed
large and important because they looked so busy and because you didn't
understand a thing about what they were doing.
And when
you realize that their activities are shabby, that their vocations are
petrified and no longer connected with life, why not then continue to
look upon it all as a child would, as if you were looking at something
unfamiliar, out of the depths of your own world, from the vastness of
your own solitude, which is itself work and status and vocation?
Why
should you want to give up a child's wise not-understanding in exchange
for defensiveness and scorn, since not understanding is, after all, a
way of being alone, whereas defensiveness and scorn are a participation
in precisely what, by these means, you want to separate yourself from.
There
are no problems. There is nothing wrong. Everything is unfolding as it
should. Everything happens in its own time. Space and time are
illusions. They really do not exist. They're stationary. Causation does
not exist either. No thing has a cause, therefore no thing has an
effect. Cause and effects are again products of your own mind. When the
mind is quiet, karma ceases. Samscaras are non-existent.
There never was a cause for anything. But if you feel that in a
previous life you did something wrong and now your paying the price, or
if you think that you did something wrong in this life and you're paying
the price, then you'll pay the price, because that's what you think. There is virtually no price to pay, because nothing ever happened. If
it appears to have happened to you then you have to go through the
consequences of having the effect return, or karma will come back to
you, because that's what you feel, that's what you believe. It's all in
your feelings and your belief system.
But if you feel as if you're born
at every moment, every moment becomes brand new. Where is the effect?
There is no time for any effect. There is no space in which to have the
effect. space and time and causation become one, the present moment. And
if you feel like that then you can look into the future, which doesn't
exist, and see what's happening. It all has to do with your mind. As
long as you feel situations you know it's your mind that's doing it.
As part of my own contemplation on basic goodness, I reflected on my fathers life. He experienced the loss of his culture, the destruction of his home, and the knowledge that his friends and family were being tortured.
One of the most brilliant minds of his generationthe last to be fully trained in Tibethe became a refugee in places where nobody understood who he was or what he knew. Of all people, he had the right to say, I have been given this transmission of basic goodness, and Im beginning to doubt it. People are not good.
Instead, he showed us basic goodness and urged us to create enlightened society.
open like the sky, you fascinate a curious mind open like the sky, you give rise to everything polarities can play their extremes, yet you remain unaltered
you are empty, yet contain all you are now, no future
open like the sky i can dance with joy, yet feel alone open like the sky, unconditionally you accept everything
if ever the world sees a time when women shall come together purely and simply for the benefit of mankind, it will be a power such as the world has never known
man muss den dingen die eigene, stille, ungestörte entwicklung lassen, die tief von innen kommt, und durch nichts gedrängt oder beschleunigt werden kann; alles ist austragen - und dann gebären...
reifen wie der baum, der seine säfte nicht drängt und getrost in den stürmen des frühlings steht, ohne angst, dass dahinter kein sommer kommen könnte. er kommt doch!
aber er kommt nur zu den geduldigen, die da sind, als ob die ewigkeit vor ihnen läge, so sorglos still und weit ...
man muss geduld haben, gegen das ungelöste im herzen, und versuchen, die fragen selber lieb zu haben, wie verschlossene stuben, und wie bücher, die in einer sehr fremden sprache geschrieben sind.
es handelt sich darum, alles zu leben. wenn man die fragen lebt, lebt man vielleicht allmählich, ohne es zu merken, eines fremden tages in die antwort hinein.
center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet-- all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.
now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace,
a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. but in you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead.
ich will nichts weiter sein als die Zeder vor deinem Haus als ein Ast dieser Zeder als ein Zweig dieses Astes als ein Blatt dieses Zweiges als ein Schatten dieses Blattes als ein Wehen dieses Schattens der eine Sekunde die Schläfe dir kühlt.
