Mantras

Mantras:

sometimes I think that my entire meditation practice could simply be listening to bird songs play through the deep quiet of early morning. It seems the natural meditation of nature, the length of pause between each call perfect for my own stillness to settle too, a mantra of sorts, holy in its communication. A mantra works as a means of transportation for the mind, taking it from activity to more subtle levels of  consciousness, arriving to greater points of inner silence along the way. That's the space between each note offered by the birds outside my window, deeply quiet, as if the entire world hushed for just this moment, another gentle note leads me deeper still...

and only stillness now.

really, almost anything can take us there, whatever sound that seems to punctuate silence will always lead us to its return, following its vibrational path to its natural conclusion. The world is full of mantras, holy sounds each if truly heard. Nature plays these notes best of course, everything it's own rhythm, unconcerned by the pace of those rushing through the busyness of their lives. Birds sing for a variety of reasons, but for me, hearing them, it's always pleasure, joy, calling me to pause and listen. I never regret the moments that I do, giving myself fully to this mantra, even if only for an instant, following its very last note to a silence shared by all the world. 

indeed, a natural meditation. 

so this early mornings I sit and listen, matching my pace to the slow reach of dawn, unconcerned about words and what to later write of later - everything has it's own rhythm and words will find me when they're ready. This moment is filled with song, each note surrounded by its silent hold, seamless in the music that it offers. I listen to this mantra, holy notes, and it's enough for my own return to silence. There's nothing to do here, but continue with this listening....

and so my morning passes. 

~

Peace, Eric