I “pre-set” my mind to simply let the thoughts drift away, to disappear before taking more than a glancing notice. The images, however, bombard my mind if I start the count too soon. A cascade of pictures and corresponding emotions beckon me to “grasp” a thought and shape it into an idea, such an enticing idea, that I simply cannot release it without adding to and building upon it. One thought leads to another and then another until the amount of time I planned for this practice has come and gone.
By then, however, my entire body is completely relaxed. All I need do is to merge the stillness of my five senses with the tumultuous mind racing all over. I allow myself more time, as I sense a calm take over. It’s a glow of sorts that flows through and in me.
It is time, Michael J, to leave thoughts behind and jump into the openness your body has formed. Oh, the thoughts will still come. But almost by magic I discover I am stronger and can start the count over. Thoughts will no longer have control over my mind. I can take in — but not get “hooked by — the siren call like an Odysseus strapped to a ship’s mast by his fellow disciplined (and ear clogged) warriors sailing home from some foreign war.
I nudge away the thought and return to my breath. (Four . . . five . . . six) I see myself standing next to the opening of a giant tunnel shaft. I am inside my body and I watch and feel air ebb and flow through what I now recognize as my windpipe. I’m the guardian of this air flow, in charge of its uninterrupted passage.
Now I’m free to join the airwaves. To become like a feather, a snow flake, a paratrooper jettisoning from some airborne carrier. I float with nary a care for the past or the future. I’m smack-dab in the middle of present time.
I’m totally aware of my surroundings, my world made of sounds and sensory feelings. Like someone who just jumped from a plane in mid-air, I see my chute has opened, that I am free to simply be and enjoy the best life has always offered but I was too busy to slow down and see. Ten . . . eleven . . . twelve.
I am together. I am united. I am at nineteen. I’m at twenty.
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Once you get there, you realize a much greater state of mind, but a fleeting one that is so hard to recapture.
I usually don’t hit the high point, but have learned to enjoy the path geting there because it is so relaxing, unwinding and full of loving-compassion.
I like our mutual gifting and receiving arrangement, don’t you?
Hope this helps lots of people, Michael J. My teacher suggested we try putting each thought in a boat that floats down the stream. That has been my saving grace. Sometimes the whole session means putting endless thoughts into boats. Other times, a few – then only once in a long while.
Here you are – passing on the good stuff. Fabulous.
Let the thoughts simply float away in boats. I like that. I can flow with that kind of meditation.
Nice. My daughter has been wanting me to get more into meditation (plus, several friends and doctors have as well, as it’s supposed to help with ADHD). Like you, those fleeting thoughts come and grab me, and once they start, they want to multiply like the horniest of rabbits. So it takes a while to get into it.
I appreciate the walk-through. Gives me hope that I can try again.
Don’t try too hard, nor judge too harshly.