"If it is only a dream, why is pain so real?" "A dream head struck against a dream wall causes dream pain. A dreamer is not cognizant of the hallucinatory fabric of a dream until he awakens. Similarly, man does not understand the delusory nature of the cosmic dream of creation until he awakens in God." Paramahansa Yogananda

Tuesday, April 6, 2010


"The Monk" Collection of Cynthia Braun

"When you become aware of silence, immediately
there is that state of inner still alertness. You are
present. You have stepped out of thousands of
years of collective human conditioning."
Echart Tolle, 'Stillness Speaks'

The ego is very tricky and quite seductive, it easily
convinces us that it is the voice to listen to, the
momentum to act from. Last night I crashed and
burned because I fell for it again. I was depressed
and confused and wondering whether I was doing
the 'right' thing in regards to the paintings I am
working on in preparation for a show in June.
I even questioned whether I am even an artist.
The ego had my full attention.

Thank God I have developed this awareness
muscle and I caught myself. Busted!! Back to the
now. Was I painting right then? No. Was there any
decision to make right at that moment? No. A beautiful
minister/mentor, Paula Scott would always say that
spiritual practice was like sitting down at the piano
to learn to play. It took patience and and lots of

About 12 years ago I met my friend Joe for breakfast,
and after we went to take a walk on the beach. On
the walk I had the most phenomenal spiritual
experience of my life and it only lasted a few minutes.
Everything went quiet. I could hear everything, but
my perception was one of silence, stillness, peace and

One of the gifts of this experience is my hunger for
stillness and silence. This morning I am practicing
my relationship to that yummy place and listening
to the 'small still voice' as I write this and now face
entering the studio.

Silence. Stillness. Peace. All is well.

1 comment:

ArtPropelled said...

I have had similar experiences while carving and I am forever craving that silence and stillness. Circumstances have changed and I never seem to be alone enough to find that stillness. Quiet time is so necessary to hear the small still voice within.