The purpose of meditation is not to tuck oneself away in some reverberating chamber of calmful solace, a pupal slug in its hideaway nooky cave. When one emerges, one is still a slug, albeit a less stressed one.
Meditation is to become still, to listen. Meditation is a disrobing, a casting away of all one has through logic, reason, and emotion, so carefully constructed into the magnificent wormy self one inhabits as one's own pupil.
One goes to zero. And then, not even that.
For if one is thinking one is zero, one is not.
Still. Open. Past all visions. Past all powers. Beyond.
A circle with no circumference.
A sphere with no surface.
We go through the day this way.
We are in this eternal here now this way.
No need to zip up the pupal suit again.
We stay undressed.
We are Awareness.
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George,
ReplyDeletePardon the delayed response. Your timing on this was interesting as my son started meditating with me yesterday. Excellent recommendations as I try to explain so much and yet keep in terms he will find useful. Good reminders for me not to slip into bad habits too!
Thank you!