
All the books, cd's, notebooks, workbooks, dvd's, post-its, blogs, websites. I am surrounded by so much literature to build me up as the Donald Trump of yoga. For years, I have been in conversation with such beautiful, powerful, intense people through their words, experiences, chants, ideas, and theories. I read them and highlighted, I listened and wrote. I stole everything I believed was of value and gently stacked away the rest, secretly knowing in a week, a month, a year I would be in another place, searching for another word, phrase, chant to hold on to, to guide me through the day...
I got home today craving a boost of inspiration, love, and peace from any of the words that flooded my studio. I closed the door, I frantically walked over to a book shelf of Deepak Chopra, Rumi, Patangali, and Yogananda. None of their creations were calling me. I turned to my stack of Paulo Coahlo, Stephan Covey, Debbie Ford, and Victor Frankle, again nothing. I was feeling a sense of panic, a sense of loneliness, fear of, "if I don't have my books, cd's, dvd's, etc. calling me, then who, what, how will I know what to do next?" I released myself from anxiety for a moment and looked at my alter. The beautiful, soulful, peaceful area that I created for these exact moments.
Enough with running to another bookstore, another yoga retreat, another detox session. They are all fabulous and beneficial, but once the book is completed, the yoga retreat is miles away, and the detox session is all cleaned up, I am usually left with beautiful memories and educational insights that I store away and hopefully remember to revert back when needed. But, I usually end up moving to the next trendy book, yoga retreat, and detox session of the year.
My mind, body, and soul were screaming for me to just sit and be. Stop with all the "books" and just enjoy the peace of closing my eyes and going with in.
Finally, I gave in. After a few internal arguments, some cursing, and fidgeting..my 20 minute meditation melted into pure peace and acceptance. As I slowly opened my eyes , I realized how full of "words" I am.
Simplest way to meditate:
There is a story that goes like this:
Once upon a time, a student went to a great sage to ask about the meaning of life and how to attain the direct experience of the Highest.
He asked his question, but the sage gave no answer. He just sat there.
Again, the student asked about how to find and fulfill the Purpose of life. Again, the sage just sat there.
The student tried different words, and appealed with great emotion. The sage just sat there, as before.
Finally, the student became frustrated, and blurted out, in an angry tone, "Why don't you answer me!"
The sage smiled, and said, "I have been answering you, but you were not listening. The answer you are looking for is to be found only in Silence."
To sit in stillness and silence for even a few minutes each day is a very useful thing to do.
May you find that silence which leads to Silence.
Story by: Swami Jnaneshvara