August 1, 2015
The clear light of presence is an open doorway to the frequencies of a thousand precious qualities, beings of another kind whose formless nature informs this world with both its beauty and its severity.
Sorrow is among the possible qualities available within presence. This is not the sadness of personal difficulties or the melancholy that comes with disappointment in the world. This is a measureless depth of shared, impersonal suffering, a we-feeling that emerges from realizing that the separation we must experience as beings, the separation from our origin, cannot be completely healed in this life.
There are many ways of turning towards the source. Sorrow is one.
Tags: origin, presence, separation, sorrow, source, suffering
May 22, 2015
I am sitting in the zikr chamber. I agree to be here. All connections to ‘my’ life outside are relinquished. This is the only place there is, the only time there is.
I relax my body on the outbreath. This occurs in layers. The musculature is first, followed by sinews and tendons which hold me to myself, in habitual resistance to my environment, separating me from other. Posture triggers sense of self. I release them both. I become somewhat unfamiliar to myself.
I relax my mind. Do you know that your mind has a shape? That is how it holds the thoughts that are habitual to you. This shape can be sensed, especially in the leaving of it. Breathing out, I release the form of my mind, allowing it to collapse. There is no longer a small comfortable space for ordinary thinking. Thinking loses its customary structure.
Breathing out, I merge with the space outside. Breathing in, I take the outside space inside. Slowly, the distinction between these spaces is erased. The inside is the outside, two become one. I sense that I am suspended in space, a space which is unknown to me.
Where am I? All sentient beings have orientation. Migrating birds tend towards home. Dogs turn to their masters. When the compass of life in the world has been disengaged, humans turn towards their origin, a place with many names and many paths leading to it. Tonight it is beauty. Tonight it is the beautiful one. As this feeling enters, beckoning, I face towards it in greeting, allowing it to suborn me, choosing to surrender and follow.
You lead me to humility. Lower invites higher. I have nothing of my own and I am thankful for that. All that I am is your reflection and I am thankful for that.
The zikr begins.
Tags: breath, humility, orientation, origin, reflection, relax, surrender, zikr