Excerpts from Swami Venkatesananda's writings

today/vandaag is
December 23 december
Until we take refuge or seek asylum in the center of our being, we shall be whirled helplessly on the wheel or the merry-go-round of birth and death.
The art of 'awareness' is very much like the awareness of a thorn that has entered your foot and cannot be removed.
You are extremely vigilant not to aggravate the trouble and while you do your work, you are ever careful not to let the thorn go deeper into the foot, to hurt you.
For how long?
For a whole life time!
You cannot will yourself into the state of yoga.
But in this repeated exercising and experiencing of the state of yoga - not in itself but just before and just after - something within tastes that peace, tastes that bliss.
You value the inner peace more than anything else.
Therefore you are asked to meditate in the morning, immediately after getting up from bed, coming out of sleep.
It is so beautiful, so blissful.
You have been sleeping for six or seven hours.
The world went on without you, probably better without your meddling.
Even the body was alive, functioning.
So once again, just like the tortoise withdraws its limbs into its shell, you bring yourself back into it, and try to taste that peace.
'Taste' that peace this time.
You spend half an hour or an hour in meditation, then you get up and come out, making sure every now and then that that peace is still there, that you have not dropped it anywhere.
If I do not drop that which I have in my pocket, it's bound to be there.
When in this fashion, you constantly repeat that taste, that experience of the inner peace, then you are established in it.

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