First take phone off hook. draw curtains, soften light. quiet hush settles, peaceful, relaxed. A few minutes of kriya yoga, offer inhaling breath into outgoing breath, offer outgoing breath into inhaling breath, neutralize both, release life force from the heart and bring it under control, not controlling, just peaceful, very peaceful, now mantra rises, not beckoned, rises, no thought, no thought, no thought, meditation is, becomes, no thought, no form, no will, no cause, ebb, flow, up, down, rise, higher and deeper, no sound, no sight, no thought, deeper and deeper, rising softly down, gossamer silk self, float, rise, soft flutter, soft flutter, on moth wings, slowly rise, from deep, from high, far away, rising, oh, my, is it finished so soon?
sometimes i feel i will rise so deep so high that i will pass on through the center and meld with the fundament, one with the absolute, i am always one with the absolute, but my consciousness does not know this, i am always one with the absolute, a mere bit of gossamer rising, one small tuft of gossamer entwined with others and spun into a single strand of one small string on the harp that plays the world into being
but not yet. back to work now. still, some soft thread touches me without touching and i know i am back in touch for a while, until a meditation rises anon, like a resonant note, sympathetic resonance, tune me well I love this song....
whoa, I've tranced myself out right here on the spot..:)
2006-06-19 20:31:14
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answered by Bender 6
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