Hello,
This meditation is called window opening to the vast.
Now before we begin,
Take a moment to be comfortable.
To be relaxed.
Nothing is expected of you,
Just be here in this moment,
Just as you are.
Now,
Taking a long,
Slow,
Deep breath in,
Let the chest expand,
And at the top of the breath,
Pause for a moment.
Then release with the outgoing breath.
Then at the bottom of the outgoing breath,
Pause again,
Before you breathe in again.
The breath should be slow,
Deep and relaxed.
And you will find your body will relax further.
As you quietly bring the rhythm of your breathing into this exercise.
And now you find yourself at a familiar place.
Sitting quietly by an old window,
Looking out.
For no particular reason,
There is a warm comfort here.
A sense of belonging,
Of dreaming.
A softness that gently draws you each time to come and sit and gaze out.
Just sitting here quietly at ease,
The heart fully open,
The body relaxed.
And as you sit,
You notice the soft light of the candle flame gently flickering along the edges of the window frame,
Where you sit.
Nothing specific,
Just a soft,
Warm light.
And you sit,
Looking out through the window,
Your gaze resting upon the pre-dawn light.
And a sound through the slightly open window draws your attention.
Something distant and familiar,
Something the heart recognises.
And as the morning slowly stirs,
A light breeze moves in from the ocean,
Gently moving the window curtains.
And the breeze carries with it the faint echoes of distant breaking waves.
The breeze lightly touches the skin on your face and hands as it blows into the room.
Effortlessly,
Almost unnoticed,
Yet welcomed like an old friend.
And in a quiet moment of simple awareness,
You wonder,
Where does an inside begin and an outside end?
The sound of the waves can be heard a little more clearly now,
As the breeze blows a little stronger.
The breeze moving,
Touching,
Unseen.
Not really coming or going,
Just lightly present.
And here the sense of looking out begins to be more mysterious.
What is aware of all these movements,
This seeing,
This feeling,
These sounds,
This soft light?
Is it the same unmoving,
Quiet presence felt before when sitting here?
The space beyond and before the window,
The feeling within,
The feeling without.
In all these movements,
Nothing seems separate,
All connected,
As if in a timeless dance.
Nothing really moving,
Nothing really changing.
And yet something is seen and felt more deeply,
Timeless and without effort.
Boundaries that once seemed so clearly defined now soften,
Dissolve.
And what remains is a quiet openness,
A oneness with all.
A spacious freedom of movement,
Of coming and going,
Silently here,
Present,
Inseparable.
And now,
In the distance,
The horizon slowly reveals itself as the mist lifts.
Intimate,
Vast,
Still.
The meeting of sky and sea,
Effortless,
Unchanging,
Unfolding in each moment.
And here you are,
Not separate from any of this.
All is one intimate experience,
While sitting,
Resting,
As this openness itself.
The sound of the waves,
Rising and falling.
The body,
Naturally sensing,
Alive and free.
Breathing,
Seeing,
Moving gently.
The breeze touching,
Neither here nor there.
Seen,
Unseen,
All within the one same,
Quiet,
Timeless presence.
Even the sense of looking out softens further,
Fading like the ocean mist.
No inside,
No outside.
Just an openness,
Quietly present here,
As if the window was never really dividing anything.
Nothing needs to happen here,
Nothing needs to be gained or let go.
Just these quiet movements,
All is as it is.
And if thoughts arise,
They pass like the breaking waves,
Arriving and dissolving,
Without effort.
And beneath,
And within all of this,
There is an unmoving stillness,
A timeless witness of clear seeing,
Quiet,
Present,
Aware.
There is nothing to find here,
For what is,
Has never been absent.
It all just is,
Now,
Resting here,
There is a quiet sense of ease,
Of completeness,
A wholeness and balance.
Nothing missing,
All is complete,
Perfect,
In the nothingness of now-ness.
Just a timeless,
Open presence,
An indivisible presence that has always been here.
Gently,
Quietly,
Holding all of this as one unfolding moment.
And something softly awakens in the heart,
As if remembering something from long ago,
That has never been absent.
Now,
Gently,
Allowing the breath to deepen just a little,
The body naturally aware,
Still,
And present,
Just as it is.
And when you are ready,
You can gently open your eyes,
Not coming back to anything,
But simply seeing from here,
Into the stillness of the nothingness.
