I’ve been wanting to go for some long solitary walks, just rambling down the streets and through the fields, letting my mind follow brook and butterfly.
I’ve reached a sweetness in my life. Do you know the Buddhist loving-kindness meditation? One of the repetitions goes “May he live with ease. May she live with ease. May you live with ease. May I live with ease. May we live with ease.”
A few weeks ago, while moving peacefully through a day, I noticed that ease has entered my life. Seeds sown through meditation take root.
Eckhart Tolle writes, “To offer no resistance to life is to be in a state of grace, ease, and lightness. This state is then no longer dependent upon things being in a certain way, good or bad… things, of course, will still pass away, cycles will come and go, but with dependency gone there is no fear of loss anymore. Life flows with ease.”
Silence is sweet. And it is sweet also to let the mind follow its own quiet routes, like a meandering brook or a Bach cello prelude–a meandering brook of musical notes. The aim is not to force it–not to force the silence, for the mind loves its words, nor to force the thinking, for silence loves to enter the pauses between words.
There’s not much to think about, really, on a summer day. Birds sing–the mockingbird. The warbler. The vireo. The thrasher. The wren. Names drop away. Whistling notes enter the body, these vibrations of air passing from throat of bird through the great expanses of space within and without.
Space within. Space without.
With eyes and heart open, the whole notion of “I” drops way, except as short-hand for the agency of experience.