Thursday, December 31, 2009

Stillness




Listen.
Listen to the heart.
Listen to the eternal.

Be still.

In stillness I can hear an ancient song, the song of the universe.
In stillness I remember who I am, a child of the universe, undying, eternal.
In stillness I see my faults, my attachments, my craziness, my illusion.
In stillness I see the vision of what is possible.


This is why I meditate. Not because it is 'spiritual' or because it is a required religious practice. I meditate because it brings peace and understanding to my life. I meditate because it brings me to the depth of who I AM. There is no special training required only the simple understanding that if we listen to our hearts we will realize that we already have the answer to the myriad of questions. We are a microcosm of the universe. We contain within ourselves all that we need: to be at peace, and to understand the world.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

There and back again...


Rajastan, India- Maybe it was the sound of the snake charmers or the way the people effortlessly move through the crowded streets without touching or crashing into eachother. Or maybe it was the feel of the deep and icy water of the Ganges river flowing out of the Himalayas, the icy cold water enfolding me during the daily ritual of Puja. Either way it was true: I had fallen in love with Mother India.

As the memories of my trip-around-the-world continue to blend with the present moment I would dearly love to share this with you, my reader. The snake charmers for instance, greeted me, asking for money of course, on a quiet corner of a busy little town in Rajastan. Notice how the man in the middle gently holds the serpent between his toes, and how ornate and traditional the dress and the instrument. We were there to visit a famous Hanuman temple. Very few foreigners ever get to visit such an obscure but significant place. I will try and recall the many sights and sounds from within the extremely ornate, cacaphonus, and crowded temple, with a labryinth of narrow and ornate corridors, and I will try to recall how hard it was to not get lost in the shuffle, the grime, and getting pushed and pointed at, but I will never forget the imprint on the soul. As the memories come I will gently cast them out to you, my reader, like a fishing lure with dazzling colors of Quetzal feathers and a glitter of gold.

Emptiness

Late at night in the end of September: The dream tonight was of a spot-light looking for the mind. I could not find it. It was emptiness only. It was like a big blank space, a movie theatre. There was no reality to the concept of “I”. There was only emptiness.

 Yet somehow "I" still existed.

Who had I become in the dream? It was as if I had become an omnipresent awareness, without form, without a body or eyes.

If you think critically about the experience of life, you might find that you agree with me: that no matter what is going on, there is always this omnipresent awareness watching what is happening, and soon enough we forget about what was happening and still the omnipresent awareness is there.

This leads me to the notion that emptiness is the truth of the physical universe, and that all we consider material, and even the subtle forms such as thoughts, dreams and emotions are all part of this physical universe. All the myriad of things are in truth empty in nature. Are these things truly empty? This is indeed a hard question to answer.

This seems to be a good first step on the path of blogging, with a gentle musing on the foundation of the cosmos. Is this world "real" or is this all a cosmic dance? Here in the etheric realm of netspace the lines between the two do become a bit blurred..

Why am I blogging?

I am blogging because I am excited to share my thoughts with the world. It seems to me that many people are ready to share their thoughts and the bloggosphere has come along to create the path. Amazing how things fall into place like that. So now I have my little corner of the net. I hope you enjoy and benefit from visiting my blog. Please post comments, no matter how trivial or preposterous.

So I will begin a blog.

Dreams for this blog:

  1. following my bliss: sharing about my interests (especially spirituality)
  2. having a positive influence on my readers
  3. kick starting numerous projects I have in mind (just wait and see)
  4. the unexpected
 

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