When I recite the mantra, the phrase, the name, I can move back inside enough to embrace the one who recites with consciousness.
The practice is then no longer so much the recitation as the observation of the words that are recited.
I welcome this practice in me, I invite it and let it work and tell its teaching, I do not intervene, I respect it.
In the same way, I can observe
Prayer,
Sitting…
Thus, the practices take place in me,
By this disposition of consciousness, this step back, this presence deep down, I make my body my inner field, the temple where the rituals are restarted, where the sacred is deposited, flourishes.
The temple of consciousness reveals itself to the inner eye, the divine that pearls in each moment whatever the practice.
This field of consciousness teaches that the correctness of practice, the mode of reception matters more than the nature of this practice.
©FJ Sept 2024
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Notes & Silence 
Sounds like the mantra is, for you, a key to greater awareness.
It’s danger is that repetition, easily, becomes automatic, vain; a placebo in place of progress.
But, whatever works for you…
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Sometimes vain
Sometimes not.
Sometimes light
sometimes fog,
Yet, underneath light and fog, vanity and depth,
The practice remains.
Often unaware of itself
(cf. sleeping child of Therese de Lisieux)
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