Stillness is a secret door,
isn’t it.
Hidden,
in plain view.
Locked,
until you find the key.
Plain to the untrained eye.
Uninteresting,
A dead end,
Boring.
Until you stumble into its wondrous garden of mind-blowing wonder.
What was that?
How can I get back there?
Call it meditation
Or call it prayer
Call it the universal pause
At the end of each exhale
You get there through God
I get there through stillness
They get there through movement
Others get there through alcohol
We must get there
Which is Here
The space between doing and thinking
Where everything,
I mean Everything
Reveals itself.
And when we come to,
our hearts will have expanded
through breakage or gratitude
at the smallness of being human
and the largeness of our experience.
We will return Here
you and I
to sit in the garden of Truth
where everything is as it is
and where the nothingness gets transformed
not into something,
but into Everything,
into All The Things,
into This.
This hug
This look
This pain
This heartbreak
This laughter
This wail
This darkness
This glow
This confusion
This anger
This love
This kiss
This question
This answer
This moment.
oh beautiful! thank you for this. I just wrote something today about hearts expanding and the smallness of being human: http://babycrowyoga.co.uk/2015/04/12/may-wildflowers-come-up-on-my-yoga-mat/
It seems we are on the same yoga page lately Babycrow. Thank you for sharing your words! love and gratitude.