While in meditation, the mind should become the most at peace. When its calm that's when heights are reached.
I remember attaining those levels many years ago. The vision had been magnanimous.
Sadhguru's joking words which say Why is it that we don't wish the heart to stop its work when we meditate? Or the lungs, or the liver? Why we wish for only the brain to stop its musings?
A very logical question. For those who never experienced meditative magic, one can say that calming the brain's thoughts would be most important in feeling the wonderful light hearted bliss of meditation.
For me its a bad dream. I have seen the bliss before. I was already on my way. I was walking the path of my journey when suddenly i lost it.
I cannot remember how to go back to my initial route. It's a desperate struggle.
I feel lost because for a short while i was in a celestial mood. Now...
Something happened and it had dragged me back into the vacuum of maya. I am not able to remove myself from that entangled web.
I feel sad to be dependent again to the worldly mess.
I am yearning to be set free again.
To feel that freedom of the flying eagle.
Perhaps one day soon the magical dust will reappear. I will fly again and soar high up to feel that unlimited independence.
I remember attaining those levels many years ago. The vision had been magnanimous.
Sadhguru's joking words which say Why is it that we don't wish the heart to stop its work when we meditate? Or the lungs, or the liver? Why we wish for only the brain to stop its musings?
A very logical question. For those who never experienced meditative magic, one can say that calming the brain's thoughts would be most important in feeling the wonderful light hearted bliss of meditation.
For me its a bad dream. I have seen the bliss before. I was already on my way. I was walking the path of my journey when suddenly i lost it.
I cannot remember how to go back to my initial route. It's a desperate struggle.
I feel lost because for a short while i was in a celestial mood. Now...
Something happened and it had dragged me back into the vacuum of maya. I am not able to remove myself from that entangled web.
I feel sad to be dependent again to the worldly mess.
I am yearning to be set free again.
To feel that freedom of the flying eagle.
Perhaps one day soon the magical dust will reappear. I will fly again and soar high up to feel that unlimited independence.
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