This morning the hurricane of my mind was buffetting this poor man sitting on his cushion trying to find some PEACE AND QUIET!! Alas.
This got me to thinking; what is it that we are doing when we make the commitment to sit with ourselves each day? It is a bit like the US postal service (let me not get into our postal service: in a queue yesterday for 30 minutes to mail a letter and practice non-attachment to it arriving at all). So...US postal service, rain or shine, good or bad; we deliver. Meditation: hurricanes, criticism, praise, boredom; we non-attach.
Most mornings I use a blend of shamatha practice (calm-abiding) focusing on the breath and body sensation. Our body being completely present in the nowness of experience. The mind flitting through the froth of make-believe future and nostalgic past. Unless we anchor our experience in the rich darkness of our lived bodies we are off on tangents. Intersecting reality only when we take a moment to breath and re-centre in the vastness of our somatic being.
To touch enlightenment, to allow the marrow of it to surround our lives must be rooted in an embodied self. So many of us doing anything to not feel. Our bodies floating like kelp in the sea of awareness, all we need do is to allow ourselves to be held in awareness. To allow this very moment and this moment and this moment. The rise and fall of the ocean waves don't change the nature of wetness ie. of awareness.
Waves crash, life hurts, waves rise, passions swell. Each and every breath surfing the depth of the ocean of awareness. You look to see who is watching...and you feel that there is nothing but the breath, the sun, the waves and a moment stretching into infinity.
So take this very moment to touch enlightenment. This very moment you are whole, you are complete. It was just a fog that has lifted to show you the huge expanse of oceanic awareness that you drop into.
Namaste.
