~ Thoughts ~
And still they come ... enticing, intoxicating, stealing us away ... so much a part of our lives we forget there's anything else, any other way to be, than mind-driven.
But is it really so bad?
I think so, it feels so. Even just on a physical level.
Feel the difference: that tight throat-ed tension of the body lost in thought and the shear tranquility of Now.
But in all other ways too: The openness that comes with relaxation, the forgiveness that comes with acceptance, the compassion that comes with a deeper understanding.
How can this be anything other than how we should be, how we could be.
The mind is so clever - and what astonishing things its produced! But as an everyday companion I'm losing respect for it, as a co-worker in my Art I'm losing respect for it, as a connector of people I'm losing respect for it, as a friend I'm losing respect for it.
The Silent Watcher is my friend. I like her. (She's the real me, she's you too - in all of us). We have to find and keep her with us.
I imagine her as light. As I breathe her in I feel the shadows receding. With every cell vibrating she washes through the body and the mind, settling behind my eyes and quietly watching, smiling at the thoughts that come and go, thoughts that now don't touch me.
And soon my body is alight inside - the same light as in a blade of grass and the same stuff as stars are made of. With each new breath I grow, re-nourished and re-newed.
Still, like a mountain, she watches swirling clouds as they pass by - thoughts that gather in great masses, dark with brooding, they do not touch us.
And then I'm breathing with her and through the very pores in my skin and from the centre of my belly she fills the air around with warmth and light and love.
But is it really so bad?
I think so, it feels so. Even just on a physical level.
Feel the difference: that tight throat-ed tension of the body lost in thought and the shear tranquility of Now.
But in all other ways too: The openness that comes with relaxation, the forgiveness that comes with acceptance, the compassion that comes with a deeper understanding.
How can this be anything other than how we should be, how we could be.
The mind is so clever - and what astonishing things its produced! But as an everyday companion I'm losing respect for it, as a co-worker in my Art I'm losing respect for it, as a connector of people I'm losing respect for it, as a friend I'm losing respect for it.
The Silent Watcher is my friend. I like her. (She's the real me, she's you too - in all of us). We have to find and keep her with us.
I imagine her as light. As I breathe her in I feel the shadows receding. With every cell vibrating she washes through the body and the mind, settling behind my eyes and quietly watching, smiling at the thoughts that come and go, thoughts that now don't touch me.
And soon my body is alight inside - the same light as in a blade of grass and the same stuff as stars are made of. With each new breath I grow, re-nourished and re-newed.
Still, like a mountain, she watches swirling clouds as they pass by - thoughts that gather in great masses, dark with brooding, they do not touch us.
And then I'm breathing with her and through the very pores in my skin and from the centre of my belly she fills the air around with warmth and light and love.
~ ~ ~
The sculpture courses I'll be running from now on will include an element of the meditation I've been learning - for details of where and when, go to http://www.katenewlyn.com/
