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Friday, May 20, 2011

Conversations with Lao Tzu (Part II)




Lao Tzu is sitting in a deeply contemplative posture, yet he is able to convey a relaxed, breezy existence. He is far away and present at the same time. I sense that he is aware and yet oblivious of me. By now, my 3D mind is getting used to the maddening 'contradictions' that he embodies.
I let go a deep sigh - I am not sure if it is contentment or acceptance or both. As I fall into a deeper relaxation, I asks my mind to give up categorizing, labeling every act of mine, shut up and go to sleep. Immediately I sense a deeper slipping into relaxation. As the two of us sit simply and peacefully, the silence around us grows deeper. I allow the silence to penetrate every cell, and slowly, the noise quietens down. It is finally all right to be simply sitting, in non-doing. Ah! The sheer pleasure of it.
What was that? I think I heard a strain of music. Perhaps I imagined it. Ah, There it was again! I go deeper into the experience, falling into a music most divine. It cannot be compared to anything I have heard before, and yet it was achingly familiar. I felt all sense of boundary falling away, as I literally expanded into endless space. By now the music was surging and powerful. it was pulsing and reverberating through everything around. The entire cosmos was singing a unified symphony! I was loosing myself into it fast, or perhaps it was fully taking over. Finally, the last gossamer chord that kept me held to myself was also released.
I have no clue how long I was lost in this divine ecstasy. I only recall going deeper and deeper into space in great speed. And then, as if I was called back. An unknown tug pulled me back and a process of contraction began. As body consciousness returned, I slowly opened my eyes. Lao tzu was sitting in a peaceful posture. He slowly turned around and our eyes met. In a timeless moment, a world of communication happened. My heart was brimming with gratitude, and I silently bowed to the great master for this unforgettable experience.
In deep silence, it was acknowledged. We simply sat in the fullness of the moment.