Welcome to this meditation practice.
Letting your body gently sway.
Finding comfort in whatever posture feels good for you here,
Without stress.
Is it possible,
Even a little,
To feel what may have been written into you by life?
To fall away like petals spent,
Caught out of time,
Right against your life for a while,
Seen for a moment,
Then drifting to embracing earth.
Whatever remains rooted in you,
Sharp memories of past,
Echoes of encounters gone,
Smiling to self,
Allowing and accepting these whispers that are yet to fade.
I ask,
As a breath is released from you,
Can you feel gravity's tendrils reaching into you,
From earth beneath,
Absorbing what you no longer need into the depth of its wisdom.
Feeling rooted to ground,
Body surrendering to earth,
So you may reach as cherry blossom towards clear blue skies,
Lulled by the warmth of the sun.
When you are ready,
Allowing deeper breaths to evolve within,
Breathing in,
Know that you are breathing in.
Breathing out,
Know that you are breathing out.
As you breathe in,
Perhaps the word here speaks through you as a feeling,
A river of potential flowing through.
As you breathe out,
Perhaps the word now whispers up through you as a sense of the moment,
A current within that holds the promise of letting go.
Breathing in,
Here.
Breathing out,
Now.
Here.
Here.
Resting back now,
Awareness pouring into body,
Like ink dropped into water.
Surrendering.
Breath out now,
May softly carry a loft weighted body.
My name is David.
I wish to ask you in this meditation,
What would it be like to rest here,
Now,
With a paradox?
Challenging though this may be,
Nevertheless it is a paradox that is at the very core of what it means to be at all.
Perhaps you may listen to this meditation with curiosity,
With open receptivity to what is.
Acknowledging perhaps to,
For the founder of modern physics,
Niels Bohr,
The hallmark of a deep truth is that its opposite is also a deep truth.
If you can,
Resisting sparks of thought,
To need to know,
To grasp the paradox in the hand of understanding,
Rather allowing the moment of spoken word,
My voice even,
To be held lightly on breath that holds you too.
From the great voices of Schelling to Heraclitus,
They ask,
To accept that the one is the many,
And the many are the one.
Seemingly a paradox of diversity and unity,
Where uniqueness is forever a nested entanglement within a whole.
Through thinking and analysing we are taught even to separate the world,
To know our world as either one or many.
Yet in reality,
The one is the many,
And the many are the one.
Is it possible to feel,
All things are interconnected,
All things are one?
Opening to a deeper truth,
Carried beneath words.
No analysis is required here,
In fact analysis will not,
Cannot answer.
The one cannot be fragmented into the many,
The many cannot be fragmented into the one.
The many is the one,
Seen through a grander perspective of open curiosity,
To what is before thought.
Breathing in,
Know that you are breathing in.
Breathing out,
Know that you are breathing out.
Where is your mind?
Maybe you have turned to thought,
And patterns of thinking long engraved into you,
Authors unknown.
Gently smile,
To have noticed this,
This moment of mindfulness.
Be aware.
Softly,
Allowing your awareness to pivot again to breathing.
Breath that has always been there,
Flowing.
Imagine the potential held within the unfolding cherry blossom bud.
The bud seems like a single thing,
But as it opens,
Unveiling out to flower,
The uniqueness of petals,
Corona and stamens are revealed.
What looked single,
Now has many differentiated parts,
But the parts are nonetheless the fulfilment of the bud.
Each carries the fractal embodiment and memory of the whole,
Not the negation of it.
At all levels,
The many enhance the whole,
The oneness,
Within which they are immersed.
Always,
At every level of existence,
Life displays differentiation,
Contained within the integrity of the whole.
All things are one.
One is all things.
The dance and the dancer,
Inseparable,
Graceful movements that appear a seamless whole.
Yet looking closer,
You see this physical flow emerge from differentiated gesture,
Expressive fluidity of body,
Nuanced step and metaphor embodied that merge to motion's liquid poetry.
Always,
At every level,
The one holds within itself the many.
The liminal boundary of the many,
Dissolve to the one.
Feeling into this,
Emptiness unfurls in front of your eyes.
No thing exists as a separate entity or identity,
Independent of the world from which it arises.
Sensing into this,
Impermanence unfolds before your eyes.
No thing exists static,
Fixed and held solid in form from the world it is within.
Life's creative force,
The arising of everything that ever was and is and will ever be,
Is profoundly rooted before humbled eyes in the awe of unfurling emptiness and unfolding impermanence.
Everything exists as connectedness.
Yet at the same time,
Everything exists as a uniqueness,
A paradox,
Maybe.
Can you rest now in your practice?
Feeling grounded to earth,
Extending to universe.
Perhaps you may sense a glimmer of an insight here.
The stirring of something moving within you that you may have always known but never saw.
An essence beneath words or thought.
Resting now,
Floating free,
If you can,
In a wordless place where both truths can be held together.
The one is the many and the many are the one.
I am curious,
How will things change in your encounter with the world you live within?
Carrying with you a memory of embodied truth.
Carrying a simple pure truth of existence.
That swirls within you,
Spins around you,
But even now is always displaying itself before you.
Unity and uniqueness.
The one and the many.
Can you simply allow your body to speak and move you into your day when ready?
Who knows when,
But it will know.
Trust.
Namaste.
