The silence between the bumps and burbles of our “monkey” mind’s endless river of thoughts contains the universe. We sometimes (but very rarely) feel its presence during meditation.
As we sit in our homes during this lockdown period, separated from all familiar routines, the stardust of our being is a little easier access.
On a busy street still as stone; calm and quiet; not alone.
Warm fingers reach out
Tearing their way through jewels
Of deep blue velvet
It’s not the future, it’s not the past. All we have is now.
There is magic in this city as the sun begins to rise and the streets still sleep.
Hiding in the gloom of our lives are memories of things gone and yet to come. If we allow ourselves to be comfortable in this sometimes troubled low light place, slowly there will come peace.
Meditation quiets our “monkey” minds. My hope is that more people discover this lovely, powerful technique.
This small plant stem blowing in the breeze contains in it the dust of stars. If we can understand it we will know all there is to know.