Welcome to this practice exploring the nature of being.
My name is David.
Settling,
Slowly transitioning from what your day has written into mind,
The alchemy of your experience inked in thoughts and emotions and memory.
Just be here now.
Liquid breath,
Body untangling,
Dissolving,
Thoughts sink a little,
Lost to patterns deeper in the ocean of you,
Turning to sense your breath,
Wherever it speaks most to you,
Listening to your breathing body as you take three deeper breaths,
All the while feeling the awareness pouring from head to breath,
Noticing if you can,
A thin sliver of silence even,
Held in the turn of each breath,
Releasing your hold on whatever you are feeling in this silence,
I am not asking you to push anything away,
To grasp hold of anything,
Simply opening the palm of your mind,
An unfurling of bud,
To blossom,
To sun's warmth,
In breath's tender cadence,
That existence find its hold in you,
Slowly,
Gently,
Awakening from thought created content,
Opening to an exploration of being,
Your being,
All beings,
Resting in the experience you are having now,
Allowing whatever sensations,
Thoughts,
Feelings,
Memories,
To speak without leaning into or bracing against them,
Noticing they are just thoughts,
A swirl of experiences within,
Don't try to change the experiences you are having,
Don't try and manipulate anything,
Sounds,
Sights,
Sensations and feelings,
They are just that,
Let them be,
What would it be like to notice how you are aware of these things,
They are being witnessed,
If you wish,
By awareness,
Yet awareness is not something you do,
That which you are,
It is not something you create,
That which creates you,
Awareness is not a thing to experience,
But the very act of you,
Awareness is not something you see,
Or touch,
Or taste,
Or hear,
Awareness sees,
That cannot be seen,
Senses,
That cannot be touched,
Tastes,
That has no taste,
Hears,
That cannot itself be heard,
All your experiences are arising and becoming in the ground of awareness,
Noticing all these things you think you are,
All memories carried as precious cargo,
Are rooted within and witnessed by awareness,
Awareness sits behind all these things,
It is the very ground without which they could not be at all,
Awareness is more fundamental than your ideas of yourself,
Don't try to grasp awareness,
Just notice it is more fundamental to you than anything else,
It does not arise or come or go,
Feeling into the alive intuitiveness of being aware,
Noticing that it is always here,
It is always here without requiring intention or effort,
Noticing awareness,
Is that which notices each and every experience,
It is always there,
The witnessing and consciousness within which all experience comes and goes,
Don't try and understand it,
Grasp it,
Hold it,
That is like trying to catch water in a net,
Don't try and make awareness more than it is,
The idea of more does not apply,
Thoughts and feelings come and go,
The awareness remains,
You cannot hear it but it hears,
It sees but cannot be seen,
Be aware in a relaxed way,
Perhaps your idea of yourself,
As thoughts may momentarily arise in this space,
This clear open space,
Allowing thoughts to be here one moment and gone in the next in exhales rhythm,
Your experiences and ideas of yourself arise like eddies,
A vortex within the smoothness of flowing waters clarity,
They swirl and spin away,
Formed as resistances to awareness,
The mosaic of senses you experience,
Distilling from awareness,
Although they may appear separate or interwoven with awareness,
There is no real succession of solid things or experiences,
Not even a witness to,
Although it feels that way,
But just flowing awareness of the natural arising of resistances from within,
Like an eddy,
A stream swirl,
Seemingly distinct for a while,
Yet inseparable from one continuous flow,
Beyond your ideas of yourself,
Awareness is always present,
Noticing you are always here,
Whatever you are,
The only idea and realm of yourself,
Awareness is always present,
Awareness,
The consciousness of this moment,
Ungraspable,
Untouchable,
Unknowable,
But always there,
This formless aspect of your being,
You are always here,
But there's something more fundamental than your idea of yourself,
They ask you what is always here,
Not any ephemeral thing,
A thought,
A sound,
It is the open and quiet expanse of awareness,
Clear,
Pristine,
Serene,
Sense and feel this in and around and through your body,
Simply acknowledging awareness,
Presence,
Fundamental being,
Just rest and sense the quiet rhythm of awareness,
Awareness becoming aware of itself,
Steady and strong,
Evoking presence,
This silence,
This stillness is not an absence,
But presence,
The true nature of you,
The true nature of everyone and every sentient being,
Whatever is your experience now,
Wish even,
Is for you to experience the simplicity of your being,
Simplicity and beauty of this existence,
I am,
It is not complicated,
The formless nature of being,
This awareness,
You and what you are,
Effortlessly and always present,
This is more what you are than what you have been taught you are,
More than experiences etched into nerve and memory,
This is the only thing about you that has been with you throughout life,
Hearing,
Thinking,
Feeling,
All your experiences ever are testimony,
Evidence,
Proof if you need,
That speaks of awareness always being there,
Possibly I invite you to evoke a smile,
Of gratitude at the edge of your lips,
The world of you,
All that you are aware of is woven from awareness,
Resting back once more,
Pouring yourself into the embrace of this awareness,
Even the idea of meditating fades,
To simple presence,
When you look out through your eyes,
Behind the me we think is there,
Is awareness,
Like others too,
Behind the accumulation of a me they think they are,
The same awareness looks back to you,
How different would your experience be,
May the world become,
If,
Held for a heartbeat longer,
Seeing into the window of another's eyes,
You sense and recognise,
In the inky depth you find there,
The very same awareness as you,
Looking back,
Meditation never ends,
Practice is just a swirling melody of experience,
Held aloft on this ephemeral moment,
Carried upon and dissolving back to the constitution of your life,
Eventually,
Gracefully,
Mindfully,
Moved to your worldly life,
And perhaps my wish,
My hope for you,
Is to sense the bloom of your own essence,
In the eyes of another,
In the words of D.
H.
Lawrence,
As we live,
We are transmitters of life.
Namaste
