The Fog
Letting the dogs out this morning, I was surprised to see the landscape blanketed in a thick white fog. The entire world was emerging from a smokey gray screen that, rather than providing a panoramic picture, seemed to be a series of isolated objects arising from the haze. Suddenly I became aware of the magic reality of that tree over there. The fence in my backyard took on a dewy freshness. The moon welled up out of nothingness and peeked through the cloudy brume.
In meditation, we find ourselves setting the stage for the same kind of thing. We strip away all that we're used to seeing and knowing, returning to a primordial empty blankness where there are no longer any objects. This is the emptiness that was before the Big Bang. This is the emptiness from which all things arise moment to moment.
Then as we open our eyes to go about our day, the whole world springs forth piece by piece, object by object, and there is now again a dewy freshness. Everything is alive. Spirit is and has always been spinning forth worlds and worms, molecules and marsupials, life and love - but now, at last, we begin to notice.
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"...Everything is alive. Spirit is and has always been spinning forth worlds and worms, molecules and marsupials, life and love - but now, at last, we begin to notice."
In my 'playing around' with God and meditation, it always amazes me how just a brief, few minutes in the silence and presence of nothing and everything brings long lasting peace and rejuvenation. Lately, I have not been meditating as I desire- my schedule has been out of whack, so to speak…
..and this is precisely when we need to meditate more- when we think we don’t have the time or things are up in arms…this is always a sure sign one needs to spend more time in meditation.
I like how you see the fog and it reminds you of the ‘clearness’ of our origination- of all origination. No, I take that back. The word origination implies there was a point in time before our existence. There has never been a time when we have not been.
Through the fog of our thinking we come to this realization when we return to the emptiness of meditation.
Beautiful picture. I love the way the fog spoke so clearly to you about the things of the spirit.
"Everything is alive"
The hills are indeed alive with the sound of music, the music of Spirit.
Beautiful post, Trev. I love this dewey freshness. Thank you!
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