Lying in serenity.
Lying in solitude.
Lying in warmth.
A silent space.
A hallowed place.
As we melt into a state of stillness,
With quiet as the backdrop,
And as we invoke silence as our muse,
We begin to float on the waves of breath.
A deep sense of peace emanating from the still point that resides within us.
And only our heartbeat is the sound to be heard in this moment,
And the next,
And the next.
Almost indiscernible,
But known to be present,
Its gentle reminder that all is well.
All is well.
As we seek that stillness that emanates from the moon's tender light.
The stillness that pervades a starlit firmament.
The soundless notes of silence that herald dawn and dusk.
As we commence to feel,
To sense,
And to release the flickers of thoughts that impede our view of spaciousness,
And block us from releasing our being into the core of the earth's soul.
As we move from our headspace to our heart centre,
To our bones,
To our breath,
Thoughts waving goodbye as they find refuge in the journals of our past.
We lie out long,
Legs soft,
Arms long and loose,
Palms open in a bearing of acceptance and surrender.
In Shavasana,
The ancient symbol and posture of death.
No,
Not grim,
But descriptive,
As it simply implies dying to our old ways of thinking and doing,
And allowing the tensions we have collected in our worn-out basket of years,
The one that we have carried with us throughout our existence,
To dissipate,
To dissolve,
To be forgotten,
To be retracted from our lived experience.
Arrive into Shavasana.
The normally perceived and understood boundaries of our body shape and our mind's narrative dissolve,
And a state of peaceful neutrality evolves and flows,
And is digested by the universe.
Energy ever flowing,
Never to be broken,
Simply to be transformed,
Moving,
Dancing to the rhythm of the watcher's drum.
A voice in our distant memory reminds us to abandon nothing,
Take up nothing.
Our aspiration is to rest,
To quiet our restless mind,
To be only with ourself,
Content with being,
With being just as we are.
A state of presence,
Time and energy devoted to listening.
This voice here to serve as the attendant,
Ushering one into an inner,
Tranquil world.
No need to struggle to hear.
No need to seek alertness.
No need to seek alertness to hear.
Some part of you is listening,
Will always be listening.
Permit and commit the spirit to listening.
And remember the century-old words of James Allen,
Calmness of the mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom,
And is the result of long and patient effort.
By being in a state of calm,
You see more clearly,
And the more tranquil you become as Allen prescribes,
The more you will cease to fuss and fume and worry and grieve,
And remain poised,
Steadfast and serene.
Be aware of the entire body lying here.
Be aware of its stillness,
Aware of its movement,
Stillness,
Movement,
Stillness,
Movement.
Be aware of where the body is fighting the desire to rest,
Where it is tense and uncomfortable,
Where it is resisting being still,
But also where it is already letting go.
Calm,
Peaceful,
Knowing.
No need to try to do anything.
Allow with complete gentility.
No need to change anything.
Just feeling,
Passively awakened,
Patiently awaiting the arrival of the next breath,
And the next,
And the next.
Sense the weight of the heels,
The tingling of the toes,
The sensitivity of the soles of the feet,
The contour of the ankles,
The shape of the calves,
The heaviness of the thighs,
The curve of the buttocks,
The hollow of the lower back,
The joints of the hips,
The rise and the fall of the belly,
The expansion and contraction of the ribcage,
The lift of the shoulders,
The weight of the head,
The length of the arms,
The heaviness of the hands,
The lightness of the fingertips,
Energy moving through.
Just let all the experiences of the days past to fall away.
Let the mind seek the refuge of silence.
Pay no attention to its arguments.
Just allow the thoughts to come and go.
It will stop fussing about at times and be still enough for one to discover timelessness.
And then it will try to haunt again,
Drawing the mind away from the quiet point,
Cheekily leading the mind back into its discussion,
Its stories.
Just return the mind to your sacred space.
Be calm.
Be still.
Be peaceful.
Come home.
Come home.
Access your hallowed space,
That place of silence.
In the words of the masterful Eckhart Tolle,
Silence is golden.
It has divine power and immense energy.
Try to pay more attention to the silence than to the sound.
Paying attention to outer silence creates inner silence.
The mind becomes still.
Every sound is born out of silence,
Dies back into silence,
And during its lifespan is surrounded by silence.
Silence enables the sound to be.
It is an intrinsic but unmanifested part of every sound,
Every musical note,
Every song,
And every word.
The unmanifested is present in this world of silence.
All you have to do is pay attention to it.
Sometimes the mind will take us away,
And sometimes the mind will drift back home.
Bring it back.
Bring it back.
Bring it back to your peaceful space and rest here for a little while.
Sense the breath journeying through the body,
Pausing here and there,
Releasing all stresses,
All strains in its wake,
Moving along with the passing of time,
Breathing in energy,
Breathing out the past.
On inhalation,
The breath rising from deep down in the belly,
Filling the form,
Reaching the crown,
Full,
Open,
Strong,
Aware,
Releasing again and again,
A soothing breath,
Belly to the crown,
Crown to the belly,
Belly to the crown,
Crown to the belly,
Full,
Open,
Aware,
Letting go,
Letting go,
Letting go.
And as you breathe softly in and out,
All is well,
All is whole,
All is calm,
Light,
Easy,
Free,
And strong.
Traveling through time peacefully,
Triumphantly,
In love of life,
The body becoming soft,
The heart gently pulsing,
Gift of breath gently flowing like ripples in a stream,
Meandering,
Frolicking,
Gently undulating,
Each breath full,
Broad,
Wide,
Watch it play,
Feel its frivolity,
Sense its calm,
All is well,
A rested body,
Quiet mind,
An untroubled spirit,
Nothing to worry about,
Nowhere to be,
Nothing to change,
Nothing to sort out,
Free at this moment,
To rest,
To grow,
Resting in fullness,
Toes to crown,
Crown to toes,
Fingertips to crown,
Crown to fingertips,
Deeply,
Deeply,
Deeply,
Go deep,
Go deep,
By the light of the moon and the warmth of the sun,
May you reside in peace and harmony with all,
Bestow your love as I do with you,
Rest now,
Rest.
